SAIBO
Her ideals, morals and beliefs were ridiculed to ashes of her mother's corpse. Life was no less than a roller coaster of reality checks for her. Be it being sold by her Not-So-Trustworthy relatives, being abducted by goons and then escape a rape attempt, lose her mother to cancer and most importantly get married. Yes! A dream of many young girls was becoming a nightmare for her. Living a life as Mrs. Omkara Singh Oberoi was not easy as a momentary task forget survival.
She had known Omkara for over a month when he visited Bareilly and started working there. She came to know that he is the ultimate of whatever an ideal gentleman can mean. She respected his regard, admired his art but had forced herself into not feeling or falling for him. Realizing how different their worlds were. The undeniable love of any affluent man for an innocent country girl suited only in Mills & Boons, she always explained to herself but destiny was kind to sever her notions.
She gathered the courage and escaped Kali's men when her friend Richa found her with the help of cops ... the only reason of Richa's desperation to find and take Gauri home was her dying mother who breathed her last before Gauri could step into her house. Not a single tear dared to escape her eye seeing the death bed. For the ruined soul ... physical pain awaited. Some goons had entered her house to forage her ... take advantage. While she managed to escape from a small kitchen window ... her best friend fell prey.
She was aimlessly running in the streets of Bareilly when he caught hold to support her ... not letting her fall on the ground. He could feel how broken she was ... painful in condition of mind and body. Without thinking for even a moment he hid her behind him to beat the black and blue out of all the goons. They dared to threaten her life ... to save which he swayed her off the ground to ritually marry her walking around pious fire ... blessing her with his own blood. She did not want to believe what he had done ... her life changed drastically because of his impulse ... to save her.
The Oberoi Mansion seemed to her like a film set ... aesthetic and striking. She was feeling really Out-Of-Place but it was her newly wedded husband who was eager and excited to introduce her to his family after all even she was family now. When the Oberoi clan met Gauri, they hated her thinking how she trapped Omkara into marriage. Somewhere in a corner of her heart she knew this could happen but Om was furious with his family. The way he accepted and supported his wife ... she was overwhelmed with unknown emotions ...
Dadi was angry with Om having fixed another alliance for him; Jahnvi thought of her to be a gold digger just like Svetlana ... Pinky was vocal about how Gauri was a possible part of the harlot business and Tej tried offering her money to leave Oberoi's as soon as possible ... she was labeled to be a small town attention seeker.
She was continuously weeping thinking about the change in the dynamics of her life in the past two weeks when his voice broke her trail of negativity ... Gauri I am going to the office, will come home late he informed and left. She felt such a relief listening to his voice. In a marriage which was just ten days old ... he was away from her for the whole last week and just came back to inform her that he will come back ...
She wanted to experience a life in attempting to fall in love with her now husband ... the truth being she just had to confess it. He was a man of real flesh and bone who stood up against his own family for a girl he married out of whim. It was not a single day after she stepped into his home that there were no clashes between him and his family members. All his relationships staked in the name of marriage. Adding to it ... he did not force her to comply to him physically or even emotionally. He spared time to talk to her every single day to listen to all her heart wrenching realities ... to see her sob. Skype was actually playing the cupid.
Now that she had seen him one last time in her resolve ... she was rigid in her heart breaking idea of leaving him ... not wanting her cursed fate to affect him. As a person she never knew what a family meant because she did not have one and now the idea of living as an Oberoi began suffocating her. Dragging a genuine man into strained matrimony was something she never wanted ... she had decided to leave everyone ... everything ... even him.
Sir! Mrs. Oberoi had called to apologize to you... the receptionist informed him when he was proof reading a tender. Which one dear ... we have six of them! Om chuckled thinking about what craziness could have happened now. Gauri ma'am called ... the informer cleared a throat.
Omkara lost his mind not wanting to think about what his family members could have done to her. He stormed out of the building ... panicky in every taken breathe. Heavy downpour and wrist watch striking 9 that made his condition miserable. She was not at home and nobody knew where she was or could be as if they cared. Extreme thoughts terrified him when he drove out to seek her. What was wrong with her? Why did she not talk to him? Where had she gone when clouds were dark and roaring?
She sat frozen on the white bench of the park ... tired of waking a distance of eight kilometers in her already weak condition. She stopped the car and rushed towards her recognizing her blurred silhouette. She looked into his eyes when he gripped her arm. Both of them burned red ... one in distress & one in agony. He did not care to say a word to her ... just dragged her to be thrown in the car.
HOW COULD YOU GAURI? HOW DID YOU EVEN DARE? He was screaming ache at her throwing away each and everything out of the cupboard not being able to find an ointment for her bruised feet ... she stood silent, frozen and shivering. WHAT'S WRONG? His words more of worry than wrath ... you have to talk to me Gauri like you always do ... he was pleading as his palm caressed her cheek.
I don't want to do this to you Omkara ... she confessed. Do what Gauri? He was frightened. To force you into a loveless marriage ... you don't deserve it, I don't deserve you ... she began to cry. How do you manage to think so much? Does your head not ache? He asked her in a lighter tone tilting his forehead into hers ... but you don't love me! She griped. What makes you think so my dear wife??? You do ?!?! She gulped in disbelief.
I LOVE YOU and only you Gauri Kumari Sharma Singh Oberoi ... yeah everyone now thought she had four surnames and moreover he did not want a dull stupid sounding confession of his love for his currently wet wife but she was about to leave him with no choice. Don't lie! She softly punched him into the chest ... Does anything about me seem a lie to you Gauri? He sincerely asked her clutching the nape of her neck forcing her to look into his eyes ... bear the truth of his heart and sink in his feelings ... fluently sink.
Baring even those millimeters of their length ... his face moved closer to hers ... leaning more and he ensnared her lips into not doing any talking. A gentle encounter it was. He felt warm, tender and kind for her and she was tasting raw ... pure inexperienced. He guided her hands onto his shoulder enclosing her frame into his built while he discovered her orifice. She was surprisingly responsive holding on to his shoulder. He tightened her more into him mesmerized by how effortless she was ... it was a sweet afflict ... both of them miserable ... into each other ... for each other but the cruel lack of oxygen separated them. He felt contentment seething into him but she shivered horrible.
How could he forget that every inch of her was drenched, her body trickling and dripping cold droplets! She almost collapsed into him ... he called her anxiously but she seemed to have lost consciousness. He shook her ... but in vain and as a spontaneous solution tried to help her get rid of her sari. Then abusing every safety pin manufacturer in this world ... he tore it apart to tie her in her extra large bath robe and envelope her in a thick warm blanket.
The cold ache was torturous for both of them. He fretfully made her sip some warm water ... tried giving her a warm sponge massage, rubbed her limbs. Nothing was working. He was hesitant thinking if she wanted him but was sure that she needed him. Removing his shirt ... he slid besides her wrapping her into him. He rubbed his back till her faint voice shrugged his name. He felt relief seeing her open her eyes. He kissed her forehead tucking the wet strands of hair behind her ear. She smiled ... and got hold of his shoulder blade when he tried to move away from her ... his eyes penetrated in her ... dazed and definite.
She invited him closer. He inclined to cup her face and caress her mouth with his lips which sent waves of excitement through her entire being. In the ecstasy of such contact ... she was abandoning her coyness. His hands slid ever so slowly down her neck to her shoulder gradually until they found their way to the tie of her robe. He pushed the un tied front aside to look at her exposed nakedness with his artistic precision.
Fondling with the carving on her chest he nibbled the crests making her moan restlessly. His hands slipped down her waist to tease her soft flesh, his touch being feather light ... his lips after sealing hers trailed down her torso past her navel. This bliss was unnerving for her. This was really happening to her ... something she herself asked for.
He very gently tried to pry her legs apart and marked her territorially possessive. His tongue probed and explored with whimpering quiver of delight ... his hands caressed her body wanting to memorize it all. She shook beneath him. He poked and pinched her tenderly. With his way up her body his mouth hungrily devoured hers. He crushed her into him.
She felt his hardness breaking out when he was gnawing her neck resting on her collarbone. She was so close to him not at all separate. His skin was hot. The way he adjusted with her pushed her to the edge of anticipation. His fire was slowly consuming her. He stimulated a kind of sensitivity she never knew existed.
He carefully slid into her with her cries which were desires made vocal ... he moved gradually thrusting a bit harder every time. He did not let her fight the climax which hit her like hurricane ... wracking her body.. Never ending. Sensing her need to pause ... he withdrew himself and pecking her lips as she crumpled in the bed.
She woke up rubbing her eyes to feel his remains in her body, his shirt clinging on her frame ... a serious about last night' experience. You feeling better? He asked walking out of the bathroom with his head being rubbed in the towel. OBVIOUSLY! Smacked her brain. He sat near her to trace his impressions ... rough indeed. They did not talk ... but the only thing she said is ...
I LOVE YOU OMKARA ...
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