|| RiKaara FF || OurDoomedLove || CHAPTER 4 Updated. PAGE 5.

1. My Omkara and Gauri are bit different from the serial so please don't compare them.

2. Though this is an RiKaara FF, there will be lots of family drama and stuff.

3. This story will be of two families. One is offcource Oberois.. The other one you will get to know soon.

4. This story is half baked in my head so there could be some loop holes in the plot. You are most welcome to point them out. I will keep on improving.

5. This story will be mostly in Om and Gauri's POV but I can add someone's other POV if the story demands. In fact, you can also ask for someone's POV. I will try to fulfil your wish.

6. If you want PMs for latest updates of the story.. You must comment!!

7. There could always be grammatical errors. Kindly ignore them.

8. Judge my story atleast after reading first two chapters.

Okay. Enough of my lecture. Here's the first chapter of ODL. Have a happy reading!

"And never could I have known the taste of heaven, had I not swallowed pieces of hell, first."

Finally! It came out as I wanted. Perfect eyes. Long magnificant trunk. Flawless moulded body and obviously a delicious looking laddooin his hand. The idol of Lord Ganesha for the Maha Aarti was ready. I took out my spectacles and step down from the ladder and looked at the extensive idol in front of me on which I was working almost the whole night. An involuntary smile came onto my lips. Nothing can satisfies you more than your art. I looked at the sky. It was almost morning now.

The early morning breeze was so soothing. Who would believe that I was working whole night after seeing my face right now? I was still so fresh! I think that's your real talent, the thing which you can't get tired doing, your real passion! Mom says that am a God gifted artist. Maybe. Then God should have given this artist an opportunity to born in a normal family rather than a Royal one. Maybe then my art would have been more appreciated more not because of me being an Oberoi but just because of my talent and I would not have to bear sarcastic remarks almost everyday from Mr. Oberoi of me having an interest in art rather than ruling Ameerkot.

'Don't think of him in the early morning atleast!', my mind spatted.

"I should get back home now!", I told myself.

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It was already morning for the Oberoi Mansion by the time I reached.

"Hey Om..!", Shivaay greeted me at the gate itself probably leaving for some work.

"Hey bro. Good Morning!", I wished him with a Hi-five.

"It's Good night for you I think!", Shivaay commented sarcastically. I chuckled, "Yeah.."

"Toh murti (Idol) finally complete hogyi?"

"Han Shivaay.. And its fantastic!", I exclaimed.

"I know. If you have made it, it will obviously be fantastic.. It will surely be a highlight in the Maha Aarti..", Shivaay praised me.

"That doesn't matter. Art is something which you bring out for yourself not for others.."

"Artist stuff haan.. Anyway, you catch some sleep bro.. You need to be fresh at Maha Aarti..", he said patting my shoulder. I nodded giving him a heart felt smile.

"Par tu kahan ja rha hai? Oh shitt! Maha Aarti se phele Vo Dam protect Ki meeting thi na.. I completely forgot about it.. Tu do minute wait kar me bas fresh hoke Ata hun..", I was going inside by saying this.

"No way!", Shivaay immediately stopped me, "Tu abhi sirf sone ja rha hai.. Look at your eyes man.. You must not be tired making that idol but your body is.. You need rest..", he said almost ordering me.

"But meeting.."

"I will handle it.. Don't worry!", He assured me.

"Sure?". He just nodded and signalled me to go into the house and have rest.

'Typical Bade Bhaiyya!', I laughed inside my head.

I went inside the mansion and was going towards my room as getting rid of these muddy clothes and catching some sleep is not a bad idea after all.

"Aagye Omkaara Singh Oberoi, the artist..", I heard a sarcastic voice behind me and it didn't took much time for me to realise who is it. I looked back and found the very person I was expecting with attitude on his face and one hand in his trouser's pocket well draped in a three piece suit, Mr. Tej Singh Oberoi, my biological father. Everytime I see him, a pang of hatred always hits my heart. He himself has given me so many reasons to despise him.

He took long strides towards me while I kept standing their emotionless with my hands folded across my chest.

"Tum yahan mitti se khelke ab subha vapis aarhe ho aur vahan Shivaay uthke meetings bhi attend krne chla gya hai.. May I ask you tum kyu nhi gye uske sath?", he questioned me after coming to an appropriate distance from me.

"Kyuki apparently Mr. Oberoi mera bhai doosron jesa nhi h.. Use meri chinta hai.. When he saw Ki me raat bhar kaam karke ab vapis Aya hun.. Toh he told me to have rest and assured me Ki Vo meeting Sambhal lega..", I replied calmly not even looking at him properly which obviously irritated Mr. Oberoi.

"Tum use kaam kehte ho? Tum Tej Singh Oberoi ke eklaute bete hote hue bhi raat bhar mazdooron Ki tarah Vo murti bna rhe the.. Jbki tumhare baki so called do bhai ghode bechke so rhe the.. I don't know when you will grow up Omkara.. Tum abhi tak apne us bachpan ke fantasy land me jee rhe ho..", he said agitatedly.

"Atleast Vo apki fake aur ghatiya reality se toh better hai..", I fumed at him.

"Whatever it is.. But ek baat yaad rkhna aaj Ki Maha Aarti bahut important hai.. Aaj ki Aarti Ameerkot Ki gaddi ka varis hi krega aur Vo mera beta hi Hona chahiye..", he told me or you can say ordered me in his own way.

"Your done Mr. Oberoi? Actually am too tired to bear this drama of yours and for your kind information Maha Aarti Ameerkot ke varis hi krenge.. So don't worry.. Now if you just excuse me please..", I said the last part sarcastically and left him to decipher the meaning behind my words.

After taking the shower and getting changed into my night suit I realised how tired I was.

'Of course now that you are away from your idols and studio, you finally realised your need to sleep!', my mind mocked me.

I threw myself at the bed and it didn't took much time for sleep to take over me.

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A fresh smell of hot and delicious food hit my nostrils. Aroma of typical Indian spices surrounded me.

'Aloo Puri!', I recognised the dish even in my sleep.

'Anika!', the very name that came into my mind after Aloo Puri. I opened my eyes slowly and rubbed them in order to get adjusted with the light.

"Uth gye ap Devar jee..?", I heard her taunting voice. A smile came onto my lips and I sat straight on my bed. I saw her placing my colours and brushes into their places.

"Anika tum yeh kya kar rhi ho.. Me kar lunga na..", I said to her in my sleepy voice.

"Mujhe to tumhara samajh nhi Ata Omkaara.. Ek studio tumhara ghar par hai.. Ek open studio tumhari Exhibition ke pas hai.. Ek aur secret art house hai.. Uske baad bhi tumhe chain nhi hai.. Apne room me bhi har jagah brushes paints canvass rkh rkhe hai..", she chided like a mother while I took the plate of Aloo Puri from my side table and sat on the sofa and start savouring it. It was normal for me to expect a plate of Aloo Puri waiting for me on my side table whenever I came home late and thus get up late. I was not a big fan of Aloo Puri earlier but after Anika came into our lives, there is no one in the house who do not like this dish of hers. Even Shivaay too. His face was worth watching when one fine day Anika forcefully made Shivaay eat one morsel of her Aloo Puri and Shivaay was about to burst on her but words didn't came out of his mouth filled with the sour curry of potato and crispy Puri because he too liked it, I mean loved it. But it's not like he's going to admit it. Since then, we never heard this from his mouth, "Yeh Aloo kaun khata hai?"

"Anika this Aloo Puri is fab as always..", I praised her ignoring her ranting about my spilled paints and spoiled room, "Tumhara bagadh billa khakar gya yeh Ki nhi?", I knew I had to change the topic to Shivaay somehow otherwise she won't stop complaining about my room and how my future wife would never want to live in such a mess.

"Ab tumhe toh us Shivaay Singh Oberoi ka pta hai na..", And I succeeded. Here she starts with her Vo Shivaay Singh Oberoi aisa hai.. Vaisa hai..

"Puri plate chat kar gye Vo.. Matlab aise saaf krdi unhone Ki ab use dhone Ki zarurat bhi na pde.. Par pata hai khane le baad last me kya bole..?", she asked.

"Kya?", I asked while having my food. She began her nautanki and stood like my elder brother and copied his trademark style of moving his fingers from his hair and said, "Anika mene tumhe kitni baar kaha hai na.. Yeh masaale aur itna oil vala khana mat bnaya karo.. It's so unhealthy. Age se dhyan rakhna..", And when she was done mimicking her dear husband we broke into fits of laughter.

"Anika you were damn good!", I admitted between my laughing session.

"Bhai bhai na raha..

Bhabhi Bhabhi na rahi..

Ab yeh bechara Rudra jaye toh jaye kahan..

Ghar me Shivaay Bhaiya bhi nhi..", We both heard Rudra's voice who was standing at the gate of my room.

"Tu subah subah itna melodramatic kyu ho rha hai?", I asked him. He came into my room ranting, "Ek toh dadi ne Maha Aarti ke chakkar me mujhe college nhi Jane diya aur Me neeche itna bore ho rha tha aur ap log yahan upar bethke akele has rhe ho.. Toh bura toh lgega hi na..", he said faking tears, "By the way O.. Abhi subah nhi dophar ke 2 baj rhe hai.."

"What?!", I exclaimed and looked at the wall clock not believing him but he was right.

"Kya? 2 baj gye.. Haye Raam! Aaj raat ki Maha Aarti ka kitna Sara kaam pdha hai abhi.. Rudra tu chal mere sath tu bore ho rha hai na..", Anika said going out of my room linking his arms with Rudra. Rudra got frightened, "Nhi nhi Bhabhi.. Me kahan bore ho rha hun.. Ap jao kaam karo.. Me O ke sath yahin thik hun..", he tried his best to convince her.

Anika completely ignored his nagging, "Omkara tum jaldi se yeh khake aur tayaar hoke seedha mandir hi pahunch Jana.. Sab vahin ja rhe hai.. Okay?". I nodded at her.

"Aur tu chal mere sath..", Anika said to Rudra and dragged him with her. Dumbbell Oberoi getting dragged by Anika Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Nice scene to view! I chuckled and finished eating my Brunch.

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I took a bath and dressed myself in a white loose tee with beige pants and half clutched my hairs and got downstairs. As Anika told me, everyone has already left for the Mandir so that the preparations can be taken care of. I was about to go outside the mansion but my phone buzzed. I saw the caller ID and smiled. It was Priyanka. I picked up the call.

"Hello Bhaiyya! Ap kahan hai? Jaldi aajayie Mandir.. Dadi kabse apke baare me puch rhin hai.. Shivaay bhaiyya bhi pahunch gye hai ab toh..", Priyanka started blabbering as soon as I picked up the call.

"Okay.. It seems only I am late.. Don't worry me bas nikal hi rha hun..", I replied.

"Ok Bhaiyya jaldi aajaiye..", she hunged up the call after this.

I went outside and found the driver already waiting for me. Two bodyguards were also standing beside the car.

"Sir may we go?", Ankit, one of the bodyguards asked.

"Sure", I sat inside the car as he opened the car door for me. The driver and Ankit sat in the front and we drove off to Mandir.

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The decorations were so beautiful. Everyone around were running here and there for the preparations. And why not? It was after all Oberoi's Maha Aarti. This ritual was started by my Great Great Great Grandfather, umn.. I think by even greater Grandfather to announce his heir and praying for the prosperous future of Ameerkot. My Dadu did it, then Mr. Tej Singh Oberoi did it and now everyone is holding their breath to know who will do the Maha Aarti this time. Will it be Me? Omkaara Singh Oberoi, the only son of current ruler of Ameerkot or will it be Shivaay, the eldest of us? But whatever our parents wanted us to do or the other people, we brothers have already decided what we are gonna do so with a smile on my face I strolled inside the Mandir. The guards on either side of the gate greeted me as I went by. My eyes immediately landed on my Dadi who was sitting on a sofa admiring a Photo frame in her hand. I knew which photograph it was. I need not to see it. Whenever Dadi misses Dadu, this photograph was her only rescue as according to Dadi, Dadu has given his most beautiful and genuine smile in this photograph. The photograph had him and Dadi with little Rudra in Dadu's arm licking a lollipop and new born Priyanka in Dadi's arm with me and Shivaay on either side of our grandparents. Shivaay was giving a broad smile with one teeth missing from the front. How much he hates this photograph of his! Don't ask me what I was doing. I was standing beside Dadi pouting. She said I was very angry as Dadu forcefully made me had a haircut before this photograph. Yes, I hated chopping my hairs since childhood.

I went to her and hugged her from behind.

"Omie Puttar.. Milgya tujhe time apni Dadi se Milne ka..", she recognised me immediately and complained. I came in front of her, "Sorry Dadi.. Vo raat ko thoda late hogya tha..", I said sheepishly.

"Han Billu bta rha tha..", she remembered.

I looked at the photograph in her hand, "Dadu Ki yaad aarhi hai?", I asked her softly. She laughed a little, "Vo toh mujhe hmesha hi ati rehti hai.. Par jab tum logon ko dekhti hun na toh acha lagta hai..", she said caressing my face lovingly.

"Pata hai tere Dadu aj hote toh kya kehte?", she asked.

"Kya kehte..", I said keeping my head in her lap.

"Ki Janki humne Bache toh Yun hi paida karliye.. Seedhe pote potiyan hi krlene chahiye the..", she said trying to pick up Dadu's masculine tone. I laughed at her childishness. How much she loves us!

"Aaj kya plan hai tum logon ka?", she asked after few minutes of silence, "Aj kese bhagoge is sawal se Ki Ameerkot ka varis kon hai? Huh?" I sat up straight facing her, "Aj hum nhi bhagenge is sawaal se Dadi.. Aj sabko pta chal hi jayega Ki Ameerkot ka varis kon hai.."

"Sach Mein? Kya krne wale ho tum log?", she asked all tensed up. I clutched her shaky hands in mine, "Apne poton (Grandsons) pe bharosa hai na apko?"

"Khud se bhi zyada..", she admitted looking into my eyes.

"Toh phir!", I shooked her, "Ap tension mat lo.."

"Thik hai baba.. Me nhi leti tension..", she finally gave her million dollar smile.

"Chaliye ab aap apna dhyan rkhiye.. Me Shivaay aur Rudra se milke Ata hun..", I said and kissed her on the cheeks before going.

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There they were. My younger brother was showing his abs to one of the girl who has come for the decorations while my elder brother was busy in his laptop sitting on a sofa.

'Typical they!', I thought. I went near Rudra and pulled his ears and dragged him with me after apologizing to the girl whom he was disturbing.

"O yeh kya kiya apne? Us ladki ke saamne meri macho image Ki Puri band bjadi..", Rudra complained while rubbing his ear.

"Abhi toh Khali image Ki band bjayi hai.. Agli baar macho kehlane ke layak bhi nhi chodunga.. Chup chap vahan Jake Beth..", I asked him to sit on the other end of the sofa where Shivaay was sitting. He glared at me like a toddler whose lollipop I have confiscated but still obeyed me. Anika is right. He is a 5 year old child into the skin of a 24 year old man.

I went up to Shivaay who still hasn't noticed me. I shut his laptop up to which he startled at once and finally looked at me.

"Areey Om.. Tu kab Aya?", he asked.

"Jab mahan tadi baaz kanji aankhon wala bagad bille shri Shri Shri Shri Shivaay Singh Oberoi apne kaam me busy the..", I said mimicking Anika. He have me 'Urghh' look, "Om! Stop it.. And give me my laptop.. Kuch important mails karni hai..", he asked for the laptop which was now secured in my arms away from SSO.

'I think am getting obsessed with Anika's nicknames given to Shivaay! But kya kare.. Vo Hain hi itne ache..', I chuckled in my mind.

"Nhi Shivaay.. Tu subah se kaam kar rha hai.. Ab aur nhi.. I will take care of these mails.. Vese bhi I checked my schedule.. Tune aaj pura din mujhe free kar rkha hai..", I said while sitting between my brothers.

"Han toh kuch khaas kaam tha hi nhi.. Dadi ke strict orders the Ki aaj ke din koi meeting nhi rakhni..", Shivaay informed.

"Han is Maha Aarti ke chakkar me mujhe college bhi nhi Jane Diya.. Pta hai aj meri Riya, Piya aur Siya ke sath date thi..", Rudra grieved faking tears.

"Teeno ke saath???", Me and Shivaay asked together unbelievingly. Rudra just gave us So-What Look to which we just rolled our eyes.

"Iska kuch nhi ho sakta..", we both concluded.

"Arrey hato yahan se.. Ab Mandir me koi nhi ayega.. Oberois are already here..", we hear some of our security guards shouting at the children who were playing in the pond.

"Hey! Come here!", Shivaay called the security guard.

"Yes Sir..", her immediately came.

"Let them play.. Unhe pareshaan mat karo..", I said looking intently at those innocent children playing without any care of the world.

"But sir Tej sir ke orders the Ki..", the bodyguard tried to say something but cut off by Shivaay, "Tumne suna nhi Om ne kya kaha.. Khelne do unhe.." The guard nodded, "Ok sir".

All three of us were looking at those children. I can bet the same thing was going on in our minds. Those childhood days. Those unforgettable memories. Those priceless bonds. Everything started playing in front of my eyes like a movie.

"Yaad hai Vo summer vacations.. Jab hum sab Roz Dadi ke sath subah yahan Aya krte the..?", Shivaay asked breaking the silence.

"How can I forget Shivaay! Those were the best days of our lives..", I said still lost in those children.

"I can still remember.. Hum log kese ek dusre ko pani me dhakka dete the.. Ap dono, Mein, prinku, siddha.. Siddharth Bhaiya aur ...", Rudra choked in between and we didn't need to ask him why. We could relate to him. I kept my hand on Rudra's shoulder to comfort him. He choked with the fifth name but couldn't even bring the sixth name on his mouth.

"Yaad hai sab kya bulate the? The Royal Gang!", Shivaay said which a sad laugh.

"Sabkuch kitna Badal gya ek dam se.. Just in one night!", Rudra exclaimed. I got up from my seat. It was getting hard to control my emotions, "Aur in sabka zimmedaar sirf ek hi insaan hai.. Mr. Tej Singh Oberoi.", I said with anger filled eyes. I don't know what God wants from me. He made my own dad so shrewd, greedy and selfish that I can't call him 'Dad' anymore. He distanced the two most important females in my life- Mom and ...

"Arrey bhaiyya ab ap dekhiye mujhe.. Kese karte hai kaam.. Kuch Ata hi nhi hai ap logon ko..", we heard a loud and chiding voice in between our sad moment. We looked at the direction and found Anika Up on a ladder doing some decorations while rebuking the man standing down with his head hung low.

"Maam ap niche utariye.. Me krleta hun.. Agar Kisi ne dekhliya toh mujhe bahut daant pdegi..", we heard the man saying to Anika as we approached them. He looked at three of us and got horrified while Anika was still busy in ranting and arranging the decorations.

"Anika! What the hell are you doing?? Niche utro!", Shivaay exclaimed unbelievingly. Anika finally noticed us, "Apko dikh nhi rha me kya kar rhi hun? Maha Aarti aj hi hai aur yeh log aise kaam Kr rhe hai jaise agle saal hai.. Toh mujhe hi sikhana pdega na inhe..", she said all proudly while me and Rudra were chuckling looking at Shivaay's face.

"Anika yeh Tumhara kaam nhi hai.. Jiska hai use krne do.. Aur me aakhri baar keh rha hun niche utro.. Right now!", this time Shivaay lost his cool and almost shouted at her. Anika formed a perfect 'O' from her mouth, "Han ab ap kahenge tum Shivaay Singh Oberoi Ki biwi ho.. Tumhe yeh sab kaam kese kar Sakti ho.. Aur isliye..", before Anika could complete her sentence, her foot slipped from the ladder and she fell down, "Ahhh...!!!"

But before anything fatal can happen, Shivaay catched his lady love in his arms while she was having her eyes still closed with fear. Her tight clutch on Shivaay's blazer was just another proof of her fear of falling hard on the floor.

"Anika! You okay..?", I asked her. She slowly opened her eyes and sighed in relief, "Me toh Bach gyi.."

"No no its okay.. Aur upar chado.. Aur giro.. Mere pas aur koi kaam toh hai nhi tumhe sambhalne ke ilawa..", Shivaay commented sarcastically while Anika was just giving him a death glare.

Shivaay put her down but as soon as her foot touched the ground, she again shrieked, "Ahhh!!". Shivaay immediately picked her up again.

'Shivaay has really become very cute after marriage..', thought I. 'Stop it Om! Teri bhabi ko chot lagi hai.. Uspe concertrate kar!!', the other part of my brain rebuked.

"Ab kya Hua?", Shivaay asked almost horrified.

"Bhabi agar apko bhaiyya Ki bahon se nhi utarna hai toh it's okay.. Me aur O chale jate hai.. You guys continue.. Aise chillane Ki zarurat nhi hai..", Rudra again started his nautanki.

"Anika Hua kya?", I asked genuinely concerned for her.

"Lagta hai mere pair pe moch aagyi hai.. Bahut dard horha hai..", she cried touching her foot.

"Oh god Anika.. Tum na!", Shivaay exclaimed, "Om just call the doctor please..", Shivaay said looking at me. I nodded, "Yah wait!"

"Han Bhaiya aur Bhabi ko kahin bitha do.. Vrna unke pair Ki vajah se apki kamar pe na moch aajaye..", Rudra again passed a comment on his Bhaiya holding his Bhabhi for So long. Shivaay just rolled his eyes while I called the doctor and asked him to come here only and check Anika's foot.

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Abhay, my secretary called and informed that the idol has arrived at the Mandir from my open studio. I reached at the gate and directed the people to middle of the lawn to keep the idol. It was already evening and thus almost the time for the function to start. The idol of Lord Ganesha was looking divine amidst all the lightning as if fighting the darkness.

"Omie puttar.. Kya kalakari Ki hai.. Meri toh aankhe hi nhi hath rhi..", Dadi praised me keeping her hand on my shoulders. I smiled seeing her happiness.

"Really Om.. It's amazing.. Maha Aarti ki rounak badh gyi iski vajah se..", Chote papa commented.

"Am proud of you brother.. It's just beautiful!", Shivaay said side hugging me.

"Thanks bro.. By the way, ab Anika kesi hai?", I asked him. The doctor said it was a mild sprain but should be taken care to avoid any problem in the future.

"Han she's fine.. Itni mushkil function shuru hone tak rest krne ke liye mnaya hai.. Ek jagah tikti toh hai nhi Vo..", Shivaay said sighing while I just smiled at him. The way Shivaay has taken care of us since childhood, the same way he guards Anika now, no doubt she's his true love.

When everyone present there were praising the idol as it is one of my most extensive idols I have ever made, there was one person who kept standing there boring a stone face. He came near me, "Yeh tareef Jo tumhe inhe bnane ke liye mil rahi hai.. Mujhe Khushi hogi agar inki Maha Aarti bhi tum hi karo..". I just chuckled, "Mr. Oberoi agar Maha Aarti mene karni bhi hoti.. Toh bhi ab nhi krta..", I looked towards him, "Apko khush karna kon chahta hai?", I said venomously and walked away from him. Now these things doesn't hurt me anymore, I have stopped expecting anything from him long back. Dadi came near Mr. Oberoi and put her hand on her son's shoulder, "Puttar Om pani Ki tarah hai.. Jitna use apni muthi me band karne Ki koshish karoge.. Utna hi Vo tumhare hathon se phisalta jayega kyuki pani ko koi nhi bandh sakta.."

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