TS || Cake [Author's Note +CII Pt.I Updated] - Page 2

II | In The Mix [Pt. I]

Drenched in moonlight, the art studio is silent but for the comforting scrapes of rasps against hardened clay.

She observed her husband wordlessly, fascinated as the breeze from the open shutters fluttered through his dark hair. His long fingers moved adeptly, almost sensually, around the sculpture - one of her favourites, a lean dancer, mid-leap. She marveled at his tacit beauty; always drawing her toward him, like the proverbial moth to a fire.

Omkara Singh Oberoi was like his poetry, poignant and yet, so captivating.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" His voice, characteristically fruity and warm, awoke her from her thoughts. Still working on his sculpture, Om looked up and gave his wife a quick once-over, not quite being able to keep his eyes from narrowing in building suspicion. Unnoticing, and eyebrows raised indignantly, Gauri marched in front of him, hands on hips - finally in his line of sight.

"How did you know I was here? I swear I was quiet!"

"I'm supposed to pay attention to the little things, remember? It's in my job description." Her husband gave her a weak smile, but his usually eyes, characteristically brimming with congeniality, surveyed her tired face worriedly. She shivered under his gaze, but instead of retreating, Omkara set down his scrapers, and slowly moved towards her, with a certain poise that only an artist could possess.

"I was just leaving, anyway. You carry on."

"Why aren't you asleep yet, Gauri? Did you have another -" Before she could move away though, he caught her chin, cupping her face in his hands. Washed in guilt, Om cursed under his breath - in trying to finish a new sculpturing order in time, he had left Gauri alone, to fend for herself, against the demons of her past. The ones that only visited in her nightmare now, but the ones that came all the same.

"No, the bed was just cold without you." She pressed a quick kiss onto his lips before he tried to apologise, burrowing her small body into his, as his arms came around her, gently.

They stood her for moments, unmoving, and at peace with their surrounding. That was until Om finally got time to pay attention to what his wife was wearing, eyes widening as he took her in.

"Can't blame the bed, can you? You are wearing a strip of silk as pyjamas. Pulling out of the hug, palms resting on her shoulders, Omkara smirked at his wife, who flushed. Pouting, she smoothed the mid-thigh, navy silk gown that clung to her body. The material was flimsy and sheer, but one that she had instantly fell in love with, when Priyanka had taken her, and her two sister-in-laws out to shop for lingerie. Gauri had kept it aside, waiting for the perfect moment to wear it - and today, seducing her husband away from his mistress (or so, she liked to call his art studio sometimes) had seemed like a fantastic opportunity.

"I'm in front of you, practically naked, and that's all you can say?"

"Well, now that you mention it..." He grinned, devilishly, as he picked her up, so that her legs wrapped around his wait. Without any further warning, he set her lips on hers, passionately claiming them even as he swept his loose sketch paper aside, to place her onto the limestone bench.

His hands were already riding up her thighs, when Shivaay knocked the first time.

"Om?" Unfazed, Shivaay knocked harder - it was slightly unusual for his brother to lock his art studio door, but then again, growing up with Omkara had taught him that sometimes, artists could be slightly unpredictable. But still, he wasn't willing to face the Randhawa household alone, not with his mutinously hormonal sister storming around its corridors. He had already stopped by Rudra and Saumya's bedroom, but the unmistakable sound of Saumya yelling and Rudra squealing had quickly put him off. He had seen Om and Gauri's room empty, so he had assumed that he was in the studio, but then, why wasn't he opening the door?

Slightly unnerved now, and a tad bit frustrated, Shivaay banged on the door with one palm.

Inside, Omkara was savouring marking his wife's bare, porcelain back with dark, love bites - moans fueling him, as he took his time to pleasure her. Ignoring the almost unbearable strain in his pants, he slowly trailed butterfly kisses down her lean shoulders, nipping the pale skin of her swan-like arms, as he went down. That's when they both heard the banging on the door.

High off desire and lust, both ignored the sound, hoping that the intruder would just leave. The noise stopped for a few seconds, and in that time, Omkara's hot mouth was back up at her fragile collarbones again, moving down torturously slowly towards her breasts.

"Om? Are you in there?" Shivaay tried again, both worried and majorly frustrated as he cupped his hands around his mouth, to concentrate the sound of his yelling towards the door. If Om didn't open the door soon, he was going to come back with the spare keys, or get Rudra to break open the door.

Omkara cursed his brother's bad timing, but even then, his mouth didn't move away from Gauri's cleavage. Instead, he pushed her further onto the bench, as his fingers playfully pinched the peaks of her taut nipples. In turn, she tugged at his hair in urgency, trying to push him even further onto her. She arched off the table in desire, her vision clouded in pleasure, as his mouth closed over her right breast. Panting now, Gauri desperately ground against his hips, trying to get him to relent.

Her husband, the courteous man that he was, still toying with her breasts between his teeth, slid his fingers between her thighs, without warning. Startled, she screamed, breaking through her first orgasm for the night.

Outside, Shivaay heard the scream, and started panicking.

"Gauri?! Is that you? Are you okay? Is Om inside?! Open the door!"

Finally realizing the gravity of the situation, Omkara and Gauri looked at each other, wide-eyed, as they started to panic, themselves. Om, trying to be as nonchalant as he could, hand still between her thighs, tried to respond.

"Mhmmm."

"What mmhmm? I need to talk to you, open the door!" Even as relief poured over him, Shivaay persisted, yelling through the heavy oak of the door, still trying to get in.

"In a second!" Glancing at his wife apologetically, Om drew his hands away from her body, to fumble with the band of his trousers. He could still hear his brother muttering outside, as he locked his fingers with Gauri's, slipping inside her. Capturing her lips again to swallow her moans, he drove into her with newfound urgency.

Outside, Shivaay fumed, as his brother kept him outside. He shuddered as he thought about Prinku's violent rage, or worse, her tears. Murmuring a quick prayer to ensure Ranveer's life and longevity, Shivaay hit the door in frustration.

"Well, anytime now!"

"Give me a second." As Om broke the kiss again to reply, breath so ragged that he sounded like he was dying, he slid even further into his wife. Throat falling back, she whimpered at the depth, and sought out his lips again.

"Om, open the door! Why can't you just open up - I need your help!"

"In a second!" Shouting out a reply, Om felt himself release as well, and now, his wife kissed him so furiously that the guttural groan was left unheard.

"I'm going to bloody break this door in a second!"

Sighing, Omkara leaned in and swept Gauri into one last, tender kiss and moved to straighten himself up. As she hurriedly pulled his jacket over herself, and straightened his shirt, she couldn't quite contain her laughter. Falling back onto the table, palms covering her mouth, Gauri burst into a fit of mirth as she reflected on the events of the past few minutes. Rolling his eyes, but biting back a grin all the same, Omkara gave her wrist a squeeze, before moving to open the door.

"Oh my god."

Shivaay flushed, as he took in his brother, and the distinctive smell of sweat and sex that surrounded him. He raised his eyebrows at his brother, in question, and Om exchanged the look, nodding in lingering annoyance.

"You...er, need a moment?"

"No, just tell me." Om brushed his hands through his hair, leaning against the doorway. From his guard before the studio, he could hear his wife ruffling through the spare clothes that he kept in the studio for occasions like this - thus, he instinctively caught the fresh kurta when she threw it at him.

"Ranveer needs our help." Shivaay, slightly flustered and very worried, ignored the quick exchange, and proceeded to fill his brother in on the details of the predicament in the Randhawa household.

Eyes widening as he pulled the shirt over his head, Om, with Shivaay, broke into a half-run, as they darted down the stairs to the landing of the first floor, where they were stopped once again.

This time, by a very dusty Rudra Singh Oberoi.

Their younger brother, all but ran into them, as he switched between running forward and looking back instinctively. Almost collapsing onto the floor, he was steadied by his brothers.

Why do you have ash on you?" Blatantly practical, Shivaay studied his brother in disdain while Om noted the trail of ash that he had left across the plush, white carpet. He could almost hear the oh my matas, that his Choti Ma would let out when she noticed tomorrow morning.

"Saumya tried to set fire to my clothes!" Panting, Rudra sank onto the floor, face in his palms as he tried to even his breathing.

"Again?" Questioning him in sync (practiced from years of dealing with their brother's idiocies), Shivaay and Omkara looked at each other, fighting the laughter that was burbling in both of their chests.

"What did you do this time?" Omkara asked, his eyebrows furrowed in musing. It was no secret that he held a special fondness for his youngest sister-in-law, who he had treated as a sister long before she and Rudra had fallen in love. He recognised her to be overtly patient, compassionate and open-minded. So, he knew, even before his brother could reply, that he had done something exceedingly stupid. As usual.

"Nothing! I swear - "His brothers knowingly raised their eyebrows at his insistence, and Rudra visibly wilted. Shifting from side to side now, in obvious guilt, Rudra revealed the root of his problem.

"Okay so, I may have told her that Romi- "

"Romi?"

Again, the two older brothers exchanged worried glances. Of course their idiotic brother had managed to bring up the one sore point that their idyllic sister-in-law still harboured. Rudra's ex-girlfriend, one that had wreaked havoc on all of their lives, had moved back to Mumbai last year. But it hadn't stopped there. As she had so proudly exclaimed at their college-reunion, Romi Kapoor was now dating Rehaan Chabra, who coincidentally happened to be Saumya's ex-boyfriend. Since then, Rudra and Saumya had been exploiting as much of their respective womanizing and Love-Angel skills as they could, to keep them together.

"I asked Saumya to patch up Rehaan and Romi again. She flipped."

"Is that breakup number, 28?"

"29, actually. Rudra replied, grimly as he reached his hand up to his brothers - signaling for them to help him up. Shivaay and Omkara smiled at him and gave forward their hands, dropping them as soon as he made to get up, making him fall back onto his butt. Grinning at each other, both brothers ruffled his hair affectionately, before Shivaay tried to drag Om away again. He silently wondered if Ranveer was even alive at this rate.

"Well, good luck sorting it out. Come on, Om!"

Rudra glared at them both, trademark pout fixed on his face already. Hands on his hips, he questioned his brothers, before they managed to run away.

"Wait a second, where are you guys going?"