A hand cradling a piece of charcoal swept lazily across the surface of a canvas and a sigh was heard in the background. Omkara Singh Oberoi was bored. It wasn't something that usually happened... but that day, for some reason, his artistic muse had deserted him and he was in no mood to spend the day in front of this piece of canvas, trying to bring his inspiration back. In fact, he was in no mood for anything... except for spending some quality time with his wife. Thinking about his wife, his Gauri brought a rare smile to his face and on impulse, Omkara left the piece of charcoal in its holder and wiping his hands clean, picked up his phone.
'Tum kahaan ho?'
Downstairs from where her husband sat trying to find his lost muse, Gauri was having a whale of a time with her bhaujaai and choti behen, the three of them catching up after Soumya's return from Australia and Anika's return from her extremely delayed honeymoon. The older Oberoi bahu was all blushes and smiles, in fact both Shivaay and Anika had returned from their two weeks long honeymoon in an as yet undisclosed location, looking tanned, blissful and more in love with each other than before.
Shivaay Singh Oberoi had turned into a much calmer, sweeter and non-phone-destroying version of himself, which, for the rest of the family had been quite a bit of change to adjust with. And then there was the frankly inappropriate behavior the two indulged in anywhere and everywhere around the house, with no concern for the eyes, ears or delicate sensibilities of the family members. Rudy had been heard yelling about his eyes more than a few times in the past couple of days but Shivaay and Anika didn't really seem to care, busy in their own world as they were.
In all the dramatic occurrences that seemed to plague the Oberoi family regularly, Omkara and Gauri's developing relationship had somehow escaped the scanner that they were bound to go under if even one of his brothers was aware of any developments. So they'd made a silent pact to keep everything under wraps for at least a modicum of time to give themselves the opportunity to grow comfortable with each other before they were teased, observed and paraded in front of the drama-loving family.
'Hum neeche living room mein bhaujaai aur Soumya se baat kar rahe hain. Aap ko kuch chaahiye?'
Omkara's smile broadened a bit when his phone dinged with a reply within half a minute of his own message. Reading her reply brought a slight glint to his eyes and his fingers rapidly tapped out a short message in return
'Haan... Tum. Upar studio mein hoon'
He knew he wouldn't get a reply... and he could clearly visualize the growing blush on her face when she read his last message. And his imagination didn't disappoint because it was with the exact shade of pink he'd imagined suffusing her cheeks that she quietly made her way into his studio barely a minute later. Seeing him sitting there with his hair unbound and those sexy glasses perched on his nose while he squinted slightly at a canvas, her blush just deepened and Gauri turned to close the doors of the room behind her before making her way to her husband.
She'd barely made it two steps when his outstretched hand grabbed onto her waist and pulled her close to him, his strong arm wrapping itself around her midsection and his free hand coming up to lightly graze the blush-warmed skin of her cheek.
"Tum abhi bhi itna blush karti ho Gauri... tumhein andaaza bhi hai ki tum kitni cute ho!"
Blushing even more at his comment and the feelings his closeness was awakening in her, she said
"Hum aapke saamne sharmaane se apne aap ko shaayad kabhi nahin rok paayenge Omkaraji"
Without any further rebuttal, Omkara pressed her closer to him, her body willing, pliant and eager to feel his warmth as her small hands made their way to clutch his kurta at the shoulders. He stared into her fluid, luminous eyes, losing himself in their loving depths, learning all their secrets laid bare before him and was aware that she would be seeing in his eyes, exactly what he'd seen in hers... love and affection for their other half, unconditional and unbound, with no end in sight. For a second, he felt incredibly guilty for wasting so much time on pointless misunderstandings when they could've built their relationship from the ground up so much earlier if only he'd listened, really listened to what she'd been trying to tell him time and again.
His lovely wife, seemingly understanding what was going through his mind, squeezed his shoulder a bit, gaining back his attention which'd wandered to their shared painful past and shook her head in the negative, letting him know she didn't want him to even ponder the whys, hows and whatifs of their history.
"Hum abhi aap ke saamne hain... aap ke saath hain. Kal ki baaton ke baare mein soch kar apna dil chota mat kijiye"
Seeing a veritable ocean of affection and forgiveness in her eyes, Omkara could in no way stop himself from yanking her close and burying his face in the crook of her neck while he tried to steady his breathing in an attempt to regain some emotional control that had been slipping away at an alarming rate. The feeling of her hands in his hair, stroking and caressing his locks while she murmured softly in his ear was enough to bring him back to the present and his hands tightened around her waist briefly, trying to convey his silent gratitude.
"I don't deserve you... you know that Gauri? I really don't deserve someone as pure and good and generous as you in my life"
Knowing that she needed to distract him quickly, Gauri smiled cheekily at him and snuggled closer as she answered
"Deserve ka to humein pata nahin... magar hum ye jaante hain ki ab poori zindagi aap ko humare saath hi guzaarni padegi. Abhi humare ghar waalon ko bhi pata chal gaya hai ki humari shaadi ho chuki hai. To agar aap chaahte bhi to humare changul se nikal nahin sakte..."
The cheery tone and her cheeky smile did their job and Omkara, who'd been sitting with his face snuggled in the crook of her neck, pulled back slightly to grin happily at her
"Accha... main tumhare changul mein phasa hoon. Abhi dikhaata hoon kaun kahaan phasaa hua hai"
Once again, he pressed a warm hand against her back, pushing her flush against his body, every soft curve of hers fitting like a long-lost puzzle piece against every hard plane of his own. His lips meandered in a leisurely manner along her slim shoulder, a swanlike neck, the shell of one delicate ear and a flushed cheek before they found their way to her mouth.
What started as a soft, slow savoring of her lips quickly evolved into a feast of the senses, their lips moving against each other with abandon, her one hand making its way into his hair, clutching and caressing, her other trying to hold onto his broad shoulder to anchor herself to reality, while his hands roamed her figure, learning to map over her curves once more. No square inch of silky skin was left untouched, no part of her was left uninflamed by his caresses and he was left with no doubt that his little wife was a lightning fast learner and could very well end up being the cause of his untimely demise if she kept up her innocent passion and responded to him so instinctively. As they pulled apart reluctantly when oxygen became an issue, Omkara's voice came out in a low growl that made his wife almost whimper in response
"Tell me now... who's trapped and who's in control?"
"Humein nahin pata... magar ye jo bhi hai, is se hum kabhi nikalna nahin chaahte. Zindagi bhar ke liye is ehsaas ke bandi ban kar rehna chaahte hain"
Her glazed eyes and the dreamy tone of her voice only resulted in her husband fitting his lips on hers once more, and there was no conversation for quite some time afterwards in the studio... the various pieces of artwork the only witnesses to their creator and his muse, easing into what would be a lifelong journey of love, trust and togetherness.
Well... the journey lasted for a couple of minutes before the two unsuspecting lovebirds were quite rudely jerked out of their haze of happiness by someone banging on the closed doors of Omkara's studio
"O... Kya kar rahe ho? Main bore ho raha hoon... mujhe andar aane do"
Gauri had the gall to giggle at her husband who had stiffened at the interruption and was now muttering life threatening curses at his younger brother under his breath. The untimely giggle earned her a baleful glare before she squirmed out of Omkara's hold to run to the doors and unbolt them.
"Are! Bulbul bhabhi! Aap bhi yahaan ho... O ki madad kar rahi thi kya? I am sure aap yahaan is lambe baal waale praani ke saath bore ho rahi hongi... ab to main aa gaya hoon na, milke masti karenge"
Gauri's giggles evolved into full-on laughing before she shook her head at her devar's cute cluelessness and left him to the not-so tender mercies of his frustrated older sibling.
Rudra walked into his brother' art studio, scratching his head at his bulbul bhabhi's unexplained laughing and decided he didn't need to know as long as she was happy about something. With that thought making him happy, he turned to his brother only to find the brother in question glaring at him, hard enough to kill.
"Are! Ab maine kya kiya? Mujhe kyun aise ghoor rahe ho O?"
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