MOH MOH KE ... DHAAGE
"Tu Hogi Zara Paagal ... Tunne Mujhko Hai Chunaa
She quickly splashed some body wash and hurried out of the shower teasing the love in the air with her fragrant lavender breathe. She stepped into her wardrobe finally surrendering to the confusion of what to wear? Anika had her share of different fits of temper knowing that Ragini had purchased the same dress as hers ... Bhavya was all sorted and planned to wear her brilliant blue dress- her official party uniform. Gauri actually had the least idea about what and how to get ready because today's Oberoi party was a debut for her ... it was in these last moments that she realized the gravity of being Mrs. Omkara Singh Oberoi ...
Running the towel through her wet hair she continuously stared at all her Bareilly boutique dresses. All them being her beloved, some things she precisely chose and bargained to have although the truth remains that all of them were either shimmery or way too bright ... Gaudy is exactly the word. She began scratching her forehead thinking about what to do ... what not to do. This was the first time in her life that she thought she needs to have better choices ... in a desperate need of mission SAVE THY WARDROBE'. She planned a #NariGang shopping Spree the very next day and now a packet peeping from the beneath of her husband's black and white Kurta's came to her rescue. What was striking was actually the red color. Gauri was sure that her Jatadhari is never going to wear the color red even if it meant to be a life savior on the dooms day!
She carefully pulled out the packet not wanting to crinkle his newly ironed clothes. Her fingertips traced the intricately embossed label with a card that said ...
" Jab Khoobsurti Humaari Nazron Par Mehebaan Hogi ... Dil Lagaane Ke Badle Rehmat Hogi ...
Mana Ke Bohot Hain Haseen Iss Poori Duniya Mein ... Par Ab Toh Kudrat Ne Bhi Maan Liya Ke Woh Hogi Toh Qayamat Hogi
She managed to read the whole something which seemed like poetry to her soul with great difficulty. She understood Khoobsurti and Meherbaan but what exactly was Rehmat & Qayamat? Her confusion twisted to turn into bewilderment when she read an attached note "To the Mrs. which made her the very owner of the packet. With the proposed authority she opened the zip to find a gorgeous floor length Anarkali Suit which was plain red in color ... Nothing but just red ... the red for a newly wedded bride.
For some time she just sat and blankly stared at the dress. The fabric was so soft; the neckline was perfect and all the tucks on point. She was not able to believe that her husband actually got a gift for her and that too surprise ... for a moment she got a bit irritated of not receiving it but then decided to surprise him instead!
She happily twirled in the dress and then thought of accessorizing. Her brush painted a wing through her eyelid ... clean and sharp enough to kill ... HIM. Then she wore her Chandbali earrings and some bangles yet again the Dori which was trying to save her almost bare back ... loosened, this time relaxing to open ... this whole tying and untying business was annoying her and frankly wearing such a backless dress was not actually something she was comfortable with ... but it is when your husband gets you a present, you don't deny.
He hurriedly entered the room to manage and dry his Now- Fruit Punch-Soaking Zulfein and was stunned to see his wife in THAT dress. A part of him was anxious about how did she find her gift? A part of him was glad that she did. The color suited her in a way that it claimed to be hers. She looked beautiful ... even more beautiful in her clumsy state, her fingers literally wrestling with the innocent Dori ... He walked towards her. The arch in her stance was taking away life from him. His mind became succulently improper because she was pure aphrodisiac. He wanted to bruise her lips ... own her with his scars just love her too hard ruining her in the most beautiful ways.
May I? He asked in a suave still husky tone and she gulped to melt as their fingers brushed slightly. It was through her manifestation in the mirror that he was able to see no hints of hesitation or uncertainty. She was flinching in anticipation. Like every other possible opportunity to let her know that he cares for her ... now his fingers trailed down her freshly bathed skin ... she felt how he should profess the idea of being too romantic. It was true that he was habit ... everything about him but being able to feel such affective contact of their skin was making her weak.
She leaned into him when his fingers possessively caressed her skin ... her fragrance and senses were taken over by his body musk. He knew she loved him till a point of questioning her own sanity but such tremulous sensitivity was making the admirer in him very pleased. He tied the knot tightly indirectly holding it responsible as his wife's guard. She gasped in gentle pain. It was not over as she realized his persuasive possession followed in the lower of her back ... to fix the hooks properly ... Om ... she moaned softly when he constricted her skin into the fabric ... his palm followed upwards then to get a grip over her shoulder wanting her to stand firm.
She turned to look into his eyes. The kind of eyes she loved to lose herself into ... the kind of eyes which stole her words ... the kind of eyes which loved to challenge the intimacy of his words, his touch. It was surely the way he carried his heart in his eyes that she was able to see her name within them, more than once ... she swore to her Shankarji. Tucking some soaked tendrils of her still damp hair behind the ear, He was fascinated by how a bead of water trickled down the side of her cheek bone to tread softly down her jaw line teasing the skin of her chest and then disappearing in the deep neckline ... he was in wonder of the correctly sculpted proportion beneath ... her flesh seeming soft, creamy ... delicious. The accurate tailoring just saved her by a few millimeters ...
He now noticed her palm offering him her mangalsutra ... she brought all her wet hair on the left shoulder wanting everything to the right. He held the draftiness of the mangalsutra to truss it around her warmth ... he leaned into her to put together the hook. She could feel his body heat emanating ... he kept his palm against her chest for his thumb to revise the detail of the simple studded diamond amidst the black beads. He was able to feel how her heart was thumping ... he held her into him being suggestive of all the different ways to help her out of such condition. One of them remaining how his beard brushed against the supple skin of her neck ... he tenderly kissed the marked crimson pricking of his chin in her skin and happiness wielded through her... it was their first kiss. His lips still averred the same skin as his hand slid down her arm to influence all her bangles into falling down and breaking ... she smiled shyly when he hotly whispered against her temptation ... I LOU YOU GAURI ...
Coming to the party, it was yet another lavish high society gathering of NKK loggerheads. Gauri was bored beyond limit. It did not seem like Rudra's birthday. Even Omkara had a mutual feeling he thought it was Wife Ri's birthday instead of Rudy. He became so uncomfortable with all the attention she was getting ...Om thought how Anika styles herself in every kind of drape and cut but nothing of this sort has happened to his Bhabhi ... so many men buzzed around her to appreciate and compliment Gauri's dress and no doubt she was able to take care of herself ... after all she is DABANG Gauri, he wanted to choke everyone with Buamaa's powdered medicine who dared to lay their eyes on her ... how the hell can they forget that she is Mrs. OSO! When his bodily systems burned deep shades of green ... his very jealous heart did not fail to remind him ... dear husband, you got her the dress!
She chose not to move just quiver when palm lingered on her exposed back ... his fingers choosing to misbehave. She shot a glare at him but he was usual ... so typical of the actor him, she knew. For that time being she was deaf to how Anika kept blabbering about the dull and lifeless party. His hand settled in her waist to get a self-important hold but she felt emptiness ... why did he stop? She looked at him who was now trying to console Anika behaving all goodie- goodie and normal. How is such normalcy possible for him after creating a havoc of emotion? May I have this dance ... exclusive of her thoughts she realized that Anika had long gone away now he was standing in front of her ... should you feel the need to ask husband? She raised a brow ...
Bohot Khoobsurat Ho Tum ... he spoke against her breathe holding her nape making the very thought of him very irresistible for her. She was not able to understand what kind of effect she had on him that he was able to be so mischievous. It was just a few seconds ago that he held her making the first move for their dance ... something she was getting excited about but now she thought about how even the lights shied away dimmer witnessing the antics of Romantic Kara ... their bodies kept moving in sync to the rhythm ... to the beat of their heart and they managed to create a space of their own ...
Please Kiss Me Omkara ... her eyes demanding him more than asking. He understood her urgency of giving up in favor of him ... His lips brushed against hers. Not innocent but like a fiery tease.. her senses were seduced and she was not able to think straight ... GAURI ... he murmured into her lips as her hands clasped onto his neck ... never before did her name feel so wonderful ... her heart fluttered as his fingers moved down her spine with no space remaining between them. The next thing she knew was how he pressed his tongue to the seam of her lips and delved inside her mouth. He had no wish for their kiss to end ... Drunk in love his only desire was to touch her, to move his hands under her smooth layers and feel her perfect softness. In the moments his soft caress became more firm.. He savored her lips and the quickening of his breathe matched her own ... a kiss like this was the beginning ...a promise of much more to come.
She was recklessly marching around the room taking baby steps ... so happy that it was making her anxious. How will she face him now? What will she say to him? What are they going to do? It was the sensual tension in the air that let her dare to demand from him but now ... what is going to be the consequence of her action? She admitted of being too self-conscious in front of him but now that even he was well aware of her yearning ... how is he going to react? Will he take her the way she is? She had thought about making love to him several times but now ... she was disturbed with his kind of intentions ...
Not wanting to think further ... she picked up her night suit from the basket of washed laundry and was about to go to the washroom when he entered the room ... Achhi lag rahi ho ... please don't change this dress ... she looked at him burning in the rime of their expectations. Then he attended his vibrating phone when she stared at the room baffled ... she kept looking at the couch, the place where she slept everyday ... what exactly was she supposed to do now? she hit her head and sat on the edge of the Sofa disabling the usual functioning of her nervous system ... she did not realize his hold until she felt the warmth of his chest ... swaying her in his arms he gently placed her on the bed ... what did you ...? She hardly managed to question when he interrupted ... should I feel the need to ask dear Mrs. ? And he imitated her expression ...
She kept tossing and turning uncomfortably in the cozy bed because now the painful brassier fitting of her dress was actually hurting ... it was because of him that she did not change but she was cursing him because he removed his shirt trying to chose what to wear to sleep and then roamed around doing one thing or the another. The fact being that she stared at him shamelessly inching his body in every way possible. She craved for him in the most innocent form ... wanting to be next to him nothing more or less. He was euphoria who made her laugh, smile, grow, love, lust, want, crave, feel ... she kept admiring his built audaciously until he caught her sight and she chose to hide under a bed sheet ... he was so casually arranging his paint brushes not realizing that her body had become aware and frustrated ... wear your black kurta ... she ordered still being hidden in the covers ...
Why are you frightened? He asked helping her getting rid of the sheet that covered her body ... she gulped and turned her face for her back to face him ... none of the two spoke anything ... she just struggled for breath when his fingers twisted in her dori to pull in open noticing the reddish horizontal mark which was paining her because of the tightness ... she gave in the moment he apologized with helping her to get rid of her dress spooning her into him ...
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