Here's the second part! I hope you guys like it!
Har safar me mujhe; tu hi rehnuma chahiye...
When I enter the room, he is already on the bed, fidgeting on his phone. No doubt replying back to wishes he must have received. I hurriedly lock myself in the bathroom to change into comfortable clothing, all the while bustling with nervous energy. I know he is going to be happy but there's still a flicker of nervousness teamed with uncontrollable excitement in me.
I take a deep breath before turning the knob and entering back to our dark room. Using the light from his phone as guidance, I reach the bed. "Early tonight?"
He throws the phone to the side before pulling me onto himself in a swift move, "Having a party with just family members can be tiring too, I have found out." He tucks my now-tousled hair behind my ear.
"It was your idea," I brace my hand on his chest.
"it was, so I can't complain!" he rests his hand on the small of my back.
"Don't you want your birthday gift?" I murmur in the silence that follows.
"there's more? I thought I received it this morning," he whispers huskily as I pull myself up to look at him. My cheeks heat up at the reminder.
"I don't see anything shiny and wrapped," he squints in the semi-darkness.
"I'm not sure it can be gift-wrapped," I catch my lower lip in my teeth as I worry restlessly.
"What is it? An endless supply of glucose-wali chaai?" his thumb saves my lower lip from mutilation. I'm tense enough to ignore his silly joke; everyone knows he loves that chaai.
His expression changes when I still avoid looking in his eyes.
"What is it, Gauri?" he sits up on the bed when I don't reply, taking me with him.
"I love you," I say the first words that come to my mind.
"I know you do. I love you too, if that what you wanted to hear. But you're scaring me here. What's wrong?" he tilts my chin up.
I swallow nervously before taking that hand in mine and slowly bringing it to a rest on my stomach.
He understands it in a flash, his eyes losing the sleepy touch they have held. "Really?" his voice is lower than a whisper.
"Really. I've known for quite a while but I wanted to tell you on your birthday. Happy Birthday," I say excitedly.
"For a while?" a frown forms on his forehead, my wish goes ignored,"A while? And you let me ravish you on my workdesk this very morning! Are you out of your mind?" his voice turns to a growl by the end.
I let out a small laugh before raising my finger to trace that frown away,"Its fine." he runs his arms down my sides to check for non-existent damage. I resist swatting it away.
"I'm fine. Really. Not a breakable glass doll, remember?" A smile breaks on his face as the old joke resurfaces.
"Oh my God! I... thank you," he bends down to kiss my cheek.
"I should be the one thanking you," I place my hands on his cheeks, holding his face close to mine.
"I remember wanting this," he reminds me with a kiss to my nose.
"I wanted this too. So badly," I finally confess. He catches on to my tone quickly.
"Are you finally telling me what has gotten into you for the last few days? Hormones aside, you don't usually go all silent on me." so he has noticed, I think with a grimace. Anyway, I can't hide it from him anymore, so is spill the beans.
"Its about our kids. Zahara lives in her own world, too caught up in her art to even notice I'm around. And Akira... I sigh at the thought of my son. "Akira actually belongs more to Di and Shivaay bhaiyya than he does to us; not that I mind. Many people honestly think Vaanika and Akira to be twins or atleast siblings. I don't mind it one bit, it's the truth. But it would have been nicer if he didn't stop me from physical display of affection in front of other family members. Sometimes, all I want is just a cheek kiss." My tone turns wistful by the end as I recall Akira getting embarrassed and eventually asking me to stop kissing or hugging him in public.
He looks down at me with a soft smile, "I'm more than happy to compensate on that account, you know," his lips come to a rest on my cheek and I feel my heart flap in my chest.
"I'm talking about our kids, Omkara," I hit him on his chest.
"Zahara is in that phase, where nothing except your art matters. Not your parents, their problems, your brothers, their success. Nothing makes sense or seems important during that. But believe me, she'll be back. She loves you too much to ignore you for long, give her some time," he looks at me fixedly as he says that and I'm quite sure he is saying it from experience. It reduces my anxiety a little until I am reminded of Akira. He catches on to my train of thoughts quicky.
"As for Akira, well, Zahara too went through that phase, remember? All it means is that we are doing something right if our kids feel comfortable enough to demand less physical affection. I remember being deprived of affection and craving it during my days," he looks at the wall beside my head.
His words make sense, I realise before wondering if all this worry has been because of the harmonal changes in me. I shake myself out of thoughts when he keeps staring at the wall. "I can help with that," I say to bring him out of it.
"Sure, you can. Now kiss me," he orders as my words work.
I comply and pull him in for a long kiss. He teases my lower lip and I feel a shiver of response go through my body before leaning in to him and bracing my arm around his neck. His hand travels down to settle on my stomach while the other keeps a hold of my head. I pull back a moment later with a smile.
"Whatever you say may be right, but I'm holding this one in," I place my hand over his, right where our child is growing.
He looks up at me with a possessive look in his eyes, his hand slipping to my waist to pull me closer,"No. I'm not sharing you with anyone longer than I have to,"
"A possessive husband is quite charming, sometimes," I tug the hair on the nape of his neck. I can feel his smile against my lips as he pulls me in for a barely there kiss.
"It can turn out to be a boy, you know. Another Akira," I mumble out the fact.
"It will be a girl," he says confidently with his thumb tracing my cheekbone. I hum in response, his thumb moves lower to trace my lower lip, back and forth and I promptly forget to breath. He moves his other hand to my hip and pulls me closer.
"We'll be alright," he says as assurance against my ear.
"It's alright as long as you are with me," I tell him, flinging my other arm around his waist, feeling content in his arms.
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Tara Omkara Singh Oberoi is born on a rainy June night, a good 7 days later than the date she was due, after almost scaring her father to death with anxiety. Omkara growls out curses in the hospital, to everyone while I rearrange the bones in his hand.
Later, when everything is quiet with Tara asleep in her cot beside me, he lets me know how it is entirely my fault and wish coming true that Tara was so late. I shut him up with an exhaustion filled kiss that doesn't last long enough as I fall asleep, but not before feeling his smile against my lips.
Tara is an exact replica of me in looks but that's where the resemblance ends. She's a mini-Omkara, complete with the passion for art and a rebellious streak that rivals Annika Di's. Needless to say, she is Omkara's heartbeat. She has him wrapped around her little finger while I'm left being the strict parent among us. With her though, life seems to have come around in a full circle. For us, for the entire family.
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The ending was plain silly, I know! But meh, I feel like writing cheesy shit to cheer myself up from the utter nonsense that the show is throwing at us!
Ooh and did you guys like the names? Did you notice the pattern?
PS: my closing colons keep on disappearing! Is anyone else having that issue? If it disappears here, imma be editing it later. Much later!
Edited by FayeMia - 8 years ago
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