RiKara SS 'My Dark Obsession' 'Chapter 4 Updated'

A/N hey guys. This thought came into my mind when i was listening to songs, scrolling down my playlist and came across this song called tu zaroori. Its from this movie called zid. It was about obsession and then here I'm wrtting new ss. This SS will have less then 10 parts. Its a different concept i hope you all like it. *Nervous*

Chapter 1

Omkara singh oberoi.

I signed the documents, passing the file to mehta.

I stood up, plonking the pen on holder treading for door.

"Sir today you have to select new manager of OSR gallery"

"Postpone it to tommorow"

"Sir but the applicants.."

He raised his hand, cocking his head to one side.

"Tell them it's postponed and don't provoke me"

I left to parking lot and sat in my brand new Audi which shivaay gifted me.

I drove down the pathway.

I miss my brothers. Shivaay's busy in his work while rudra's busy training in his gym. Obro moment is lke a memory now

I felt my phone vibrating. I tug out. It was ishaana. My wife.

"Hello"

"Om when are you comming. Its rudra's welcome back party and you are late"

"I know I'm sorry. I will be there in 10 mins"

With that i ended the call.

Ishaana. She is sweet and understands me like no one can. It's been one 1 year since we got arranged married

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I entered OM mansion only to get stumbled by rudra's bone breaking hug.

"O i missed you so much"

"I missed you too"

I hugged him

"O there is a surprise for you"

He dragged to the bar. Shivaay was there having a drink. He smiled. The moment i saw him i hugged him.

"See O finally shivaay bhaiya got some time for youngsters"

"Yeah I'm glad"

"I missed you guys so much in punchgani"

"Yeah that's why there were no calls from you"

"Yes you were too busy missing us that u didn't call"

"O i missed you ok"

He side hugged me.

"Om you are back. I didn't know when you came."

Ishaana came hugging me.

"Yeah just now"

"Oh then come lets dance"

"Yup we will but later please"

"No O you go and dance with ishaana bhabhi."

Rudra said with a force smile. While shivaay just nodded with a stern look.

"No guys its fine."

"No O go and dance"

"Come lets go"

She grabbed my arm and took me the dance floor.

I looked back at shivaay and rudra. They both smiled and rudra left. Shivaay was ready to leave but anika bhabhi stopped him.

What's wrong with them. It feels like we all are together yet far. It's been 1 year since one perfect obro moment. I know they both too miss our time but it looks like they hesitate to hangout. I don't know why.

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I kept my glass on table and turned to grab few ice cubes. I cocked my head and The glass was on fire.

Dancing flames of fire in glass were making it black.

"I hate to hurt you but why do you always keep provoking me rudra"

Ishaana came with a fierce look holding lighter.

"You know i love you right"

I nodded. She ignited the lighter and brought close to my face

"Why do you always come inbetween"

She frowned

"He is mine and i won't share him with anyone"

She glowered

"Don't make me do something which i regret"

She whispered and took a step back and raised her hand. It held Bhaiya's blazer from the party.

"I loved this blazer so much but your touch made it flithy"

She loured and dropped it. She threw the lighter on floor and the blazer burned into flames. The blaze was fierce.

'Tsk, tsk, tsk'

She grimaced

"Don't. Trigger. Me"

She left.

I dropped down on my knees. Beads of sweat dripped down.

"Bhaiya"

It wasn't just O's blazer it was o burning. The fire eating him making him empty and the biggest fear is that he isn't aware.

Interesting concept Sumaiya.

Nice concept...
OM is broken..???
No gauri ..
rudra , ishana Soo much confusion...
Do continue soon...

Seems like nice one...do update next...

Interesting...omkara is married to ishana..so where is gauri..?? Nd the last part is confusing...continue soon...

last part is really confusing...
nice update.

I think ishana is phsyco and obsessed...with om. She said shelove to rudy and I think that was sarcastic...she meant that she hated anyone other than her sharing any moment with O... And the way she burnt the coat... It was to prove to what length she could go in her obsession for om and separate the brothers... She hates Rudy as she feels on loves obros more than her... This is my pov...but before om gets obsessed with gauri please get ishana and I'm divorced... I hate extra marital affair stories as they loose respect and credibility of leads... Not acceptable even in fiction... Just a request...

The last part is too confusing...is ishaana obsessed with om...Ya yes...next om is saying that he wnt share him with anyone...who is he referring to...Is it Rudra...

I will clear all your doubts in next part

A/N hey guys i know you all are hell confused with my first part. Let me clear all your doubts. Ishaana is married to om and is obsessed with him. Whole oberoi family is aware of it expect omkara. No she is NOT in relationship with rudra or shivaay. In last part when said she loves rudra it was sarcastic and rudra said bhaiya thats means om not shivaay. He calls om bhaiya instead of O in tense situation. I hope you all got my point and don't worry it won't be like extra marital affair. If you have any more doubts you can comment below.

Chapter 2

"So, do you have any past experiences.?"

"Yes sir"

Flipping through the papers and certificates in her file, i glanced at her. She passed me sultry smile while i just ignored it.

"What are they.?"

She folded her both hands trying to grab my attention, resting it on desk, displaying a bit of her cleavage.

I slapped her resume on desk

"Next"

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"What are your qualifications.?"

"Sir..i.."

I glanced at her from her resume. She was fidgeting. Nervous. I kept her resume on desk and removed the lid of glass.

"Don't get nervous. Just relax"

I passed her glass of water which she sipped nervously. She reminded me of priyku.

"Sorry sir"

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12:00

The clock read. I checked it for umpteenth time from last 30 minutes.

The waiting room was filled with qualified candidates. Few men and mostly girls were present for their interviews.

I glanced at few girls busy in their phones. One girl was wearing a tight peach pencil skirt and with white bshirt tucked while the other was wearing blue tube skirt with grey shirt and blue coat.

I suddenly felt conscious about my dress. I straightened the fabric clutched to my thighs with my with my both palms and fixed my favourite camouflage scarf around my neck.

I was wearing black skinny jeans with white camisole and black cardigan with my hair tied in ponytail.

I took a deep calming breath to stop myself from getting nervous and fixing my dress again again which i always do. Old habits die hard.

'Be confident' i self motivated.

"Next"

I heard him yell. It was a wasn't very loud yet sharp.

The knob twisted and a girl came out nervous but relieved.

It was my turn.

I walked to the door at low pace and knocked.

"Come in"

I heard him and took it as a que twisting the knob and opened the door. It was huge cabin. I strided to the chair and sat. Nervously.

His face was covered with my resume.

The cabin was luxurious. It had maroon couch with black velvet cushions. On the opposite side of the wall there was huge LCD tv. Beside the tv there was whole wall size window with black Saturn curtains. Almost matching my outfit.

The view must be alluring. It attracted me.

In the middle was his huge rectangle wodden desk with glass frame.

The walls of the cabin had few paintings of sceneries but the one painting above his head caught more of my attention.

It was a small boy in a jungle and gazing at the moon. He was probably lost.

Somewhere i knew it meant more than i thought.

I glanced back at him, busy in my resume. i heard him flipping through the papers and he suddenly stopped.

He titled his head and peeked at me. I looked at him nervously. His eyes were intense.

He raised his eyebrows.

Man mai Sanka lag gayi lanka. He probably was waiting for my answer but what am i suppose to say when i haven't heard him ask.

'Sorry sir repeat the question'. How could i say that. Fool, idiot. I have prepared for this day since so long and now i haven't even heard his first question. Why am i so stupid.

"Gauri"

I said what came first into my mind.

"Gauri.?"

He knitted his eyebrows in confusion.

"Gauri kumari sharma"

I heard him chuckle. He closed my resume, placing it on desk.

"I haven't heard any course called Gauri kumari sharma"

He stated with a innocent look.

I shut my eyes embarrassed. He must have read my name in resume and was asking about my qualifications.

"I have done masters of art and literature"

I replied ignoring his previous sentence.

He was now looking direct at me. He had long silky hair with upper part tied in ponytail. I wonder how he looked in open hair.

His phone rang. He picked up his phone

"Hello ishaana.?"

I heard him say her name. Who is she.?

"Yeah i will be back in evening"

He paused for few secs

"Okay bye"

He cut short and placed back on desk.

"Do you have any past experiences"

"No sir"

"Why do you think i should appoint you.?"

"Its not about what i think. It's about what you think I'm capable of. It's about you trusting me with my job about which i assure that i would never let you down"

I replied him in confidence. His phone rang.

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"How was your first meeting with jiju.?"

Bunty asked slurping his favourite icecream among bunch of kids.

"How many times should i tell you to stop calling him jiju.? Don't call him that. Anyways he is my boss now"

I folded my hands acting annoyed. The other kid licked the Popsicle stick and threw it on ground.

"We all are kids didi but we aren't fools. We are Gauri kumari sharma's friends. We are smart"

He stated proudly puffing his chest while others agreed mimicking his actions and automatically smile crept on my lips at their cuteness.

"Aw my cute little friends"

I hugged them all kneeling down.

"Stop it"

They tried to squirm out of my tight hug.

"Don't distract us"

"Yeah papu is right. Don't distract us didi and tell us how was your meeting with jiju"

I stood up and folded my hands acting annoyed again.

"Did anything happen.?"

He nudged me with his elbow on my waist.

"Bunty stop watching tv. Don't you all have any homework to do"

I reminded them scolding and they ran finishing their ice creams.

I smiled at little figures slowly disappearing.

I paid the salesman and walked down on street. It was sunset time.

The wind blew softly making scattered leaves on ground ruffle.

I clutched to my cardigan rubbing my cold arms in attempt to warm them.

From Tommorow i wiil be in his art gallery working as his manager.

Omkara. The name was enough to tousle my feelings. He was my crush. Which i openly denied and secretly accept.

I don't think its much important to accept openly because afterall he is only my crush. Not my love.

Love is something which we feel and think about. Its a feeling to cherish not imagine.

Today when i saw him an unknown feeling developed which i could feel more clearly now. The feeling was warm in this chilly weather.

It was non identical yet agnize.