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Again an overthinking Faye here, who can't concentrate long enough on her SS but keeps on playing out silly things in her head!
This takes place after the ring ceremony.
Mere moh moh ke dhaage; Teri ungliyon se jaa uljhe
She looks around at his family, feeling a sudden weariness take over her body. Getting almost freezed to death could have something to do with that, she thinks. Alongwith being dragged into pointless rasams(in their case) that she doesn't even have the chance to enjoy one bit. The tireless dancing teamed with Omkara's continuous glare have that effect on her, with her bones threatening to stop working altogether. So she wisely sits down on the nearest sofa with a mild headache taking root.
Annika notices it before murmuring something to Shivaay. Some minutes later, Shivaay forces the medicines down her throat with a stern look.
"It will help you sleep better," he explains. She gulps it down, too tired to argue with him.
"Shivaay! Kya pila diya tu ne ise?" she looks up at the words to see Omkara standing beside Shivaay with Annika.
"Darr mat, zeher ya alcohol nahi diya hai. She was not feeling well, so I gave her some calmatives. It should help her sleep better," Shivaay explains as he steps back from her.
Omkara looks at him, stunned. He knows that those medicines could actually get her high.
"Agar kuch behki behki baatein kare, to tu sambhaal lena. Wife hai Teri. Chal ab le ja ise kamre me," Gauri doesn't even hear Shivaay command Omkara as she closes her eyes, falling into a sleepy daze.
"Om, vo so gayi hai. Vaise bhi aaj ke liye saari rasme khatm ho chuki hai. Mai sab ko bata dungi. Tum bas ise le jaao," Annika points it out to the still-in-shock Omkara.
Om stares at her for a moment before catching on to the fact that she is already asleep, and bends down to pick her up. The trek up to his room is made quite steadily while he notices she weighs lesser than she did during their marriage in Bareilly.
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He places her on the bed before turning back to lock the door. With thoughts of covering her with a blanket, he steers himself back towards the bed only to find her standing beside it on unsteady feet with a pillow in her hands.
"Go to sleep," he orders her.
"Jaa rahe hai," she murmurs sleepily before passing him on her way to the other side of the bed. She throws the pillow on the ground and pushes the heavy curtain of her hair back with a harsh flick. That is when her plan to sleep on the floor hits him.
"Floor par nahi. Tumhaari tabiyat theek nahi hai aaj. Zidd mat karo," he warns her with a glare, aware of her intention to fight back about this.
"Aap floor par soyenge to hum bhi yahi soyenge," she pouts slightly. He groans with frustration at the stubborn tone.
"You are sleeping on the bed, Gauri. Bas, that's it," in two steps, he has her upper arm grasped firmly in his own. She immediately objects to the touch with a tug to free herself, he tightens the grip. She gives up as the calmatives start their work inside her, her anxiety subsiding for the moment.
"No. Agar aap bed par nahi soyenge to hum bhi waha nahi soyenge," she says childishly, all the while a goofy grin plastered on her face.
"You're not well. You need rest, bed par so jao chup chap," he says sternly and drags her back towards the bed.
"Na, na, na, na, na," she digs her heels on the ground quite firmly in protest while chanting negatively. The world around her swims suddenly, tilting everything in her sight when her headache returns back in force.
"Sometimes, I really want to take a hold of you and shake you like a rat!" he growls, struggling to stop himself from picking her up and depositing her on the bed.
"And there are times when I badly want to push you into that swimming pool!" she replies back hotly as her headche turns worse.
He looks at her in shock at her words, quite sure of her ability to fulfil her whims.
"Don't you ever dare," he says with index finger pointed at her as images of himself being pushed into the pool swarm in his eyes.
She stares back at him defiantly, suddenly courageous as the medicines start working, taking over her senses completely.
"Aapko takleef kya hai? Hum laat nahi maarte neend me! Shankarji ki kasam," she looks up at him innocently.
"Tumhe takleef kya hai? Chup chaap so nahi sakti upar? Aaram se?" he growls.
"Nahi so sakte. But aap itna q pareshaan ho rahe hai? Hum pehle bhi saath so chuke hai! Us waqt to Itni jagah bhi nahi thi!" she splutters out about the drugged mushrooms incident. He looks at her in shock.
"What? When?"
"Nashe me the hum dono! Aapne hume dekha bhi tha but aapko laga aap sapne me hume dekh rahe ho. Phir aap vaapas so gaye," she explains the whole morning to him with a fond laugh. The memory flashes through his eyes; waking up to her face and then falling asleep again.
"Itna bada bed hai. Aap ek kone me honge aur hum ek. Ya fir hum neeche soyenge. Bas," she says with a finality while she wonders the origins of such wonderful ideas in her drugged mind.
By this time, he is quite close to actually pulling his own hair out in frustration. "Fine! Jo karna hai karo!" he finally throws his head up in the air, giving in to her demand and takes a step back before stopping to add,"Left side is mine."
She hurriedly takes the right side, exhaustion taking over her as she falls into a deep sleep the very instant her head hits the pillow. She doesn't even notice his dilemma as he stands right at the edge of the bed questioning his own sanity while staring at his now asleep, not-so contract-wife.
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It's true, she doesn't kick, he realises in the middle of the night. She does something worse. She flails her arms around, too deep in her sleep to care where they land. A habit he finds himself falling in love with in the coming months.
Her hand lands on his chest quite hard, with a smack, waking him up from the sleep that had been quite hard to muster. He startles awake, to swat the thing on his chest as is the natural reaction, only to find her bangle-clad hand resting right where his heart beats.
There is something alluring about her, that pulls him to herself, he decides as his eyes meet her face. She is asleep on the very edge of the bed, keeping her promise to stay in a corner while he finds himself in the middle of the bed, invading her space. Just one turn could have her tumbling off the bed, he realises, leading him to hurriedly swing an arm around her waist to avoid that.
It brings him closer to her as he avoids jostling her from sleep. He stares at her for a few moments, wondering how her face could display an innocence; innocence he is sure she doesn't have until her other palm comes to a rest on his neck. Her thumb fills in the hollow of his throat, the touch a tad bit softer than the finest silk. He finds himself craving more of that touch, just when she fidgets restlessly, the hand on his chest moving a bit lower.
The hand on his neck though moves higher, thumb lightly brushing his chin. With an almighty curse, he grabs both of her hands in his free hand, and pulls them against his chest firmly to avoid their wandering.
A line appears on her forehead as she struggles to free herself just a bit before giving in and easing back the sudden frown. He shakes his head, aware of invading her personal space while they both share the small space only she is supposed to have; with the rest of the bed staying empty for the few hours that are left of the night.
'Ke aisa beparwaah mann pehle to na tha' the words ring in the back of his head just as a familiar tug of sleep takes over him.
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So bloody obsessed with this song right now. (Yeah, I listen to that kind of cheesy shit sometimes.)
This OS is crazy, I know. It's not something I'm very proud of but this just won't leave my head and I had to write it! I don't know where I found enough courage to post this, I was very close to deleting it from existence. (Must be the weekend playing games with my mood)
Let me know how bad this was.
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