RiKara TS - SAUDEBAAZI - SHOT THREE UPDATED Pg 1 *COMPLETE*

SAUDEBAAZI

"Tunne Main Ko Pana Hain ...

Yaa Maine Tu Ko Khona Ji

Gauri dragged her bag behind him as Omkara unlocked his studio apartment. She looked around the paint stained walls and the tarnished furniture, for a moment she did not like the place at all because it was not clean or maintained but this was where she was supposed to stay now, in a one BHK studio apartment with her newly wedded stranger husband. He heard him blabbering something about his space and something about his work but she was too tired to understand, she kept staring at him ... he did not care to notice how brittle she felt in fact he did not even want to ask. She was transfixed in a spot while he spread his canvas sheets and began to work.

Omkara was ignorant; he did not even say a word to someone who was ritually his wife now. Gauri felt very bad recalling how he risked his life to save her from the scoundrel Kali Thakur, committed to her around the pious fire and claimed the responsibility of an orphan her socially. Her lifetime could not have been enough to thank her saviour but marriage was not a joke, atleast not for her and just because of an impulsive him ... they both are bound for a lifetime. There was a lot that they had to talk about.

The flashback of his own deeds felt disgusting. He knew Kali, the rich lord in the lands of Bareilly, he had seen how pathetic a womanizer he is, a god damn sex addict! He had seen Jahnvi Thakurein give up on her life because Kali prepared to marry Gauri Kumari Sharma. He guesstimated the realities of his mother's life to that of the Thakurein and Gauri seemed like Svetlana in vibrant disguise- a traitor, a gold digger and a home breaker. Gauri was someone he wanted to hate by all means, someone who was suffocating him.

" Aap apna naam toh bataiyye humme... Gauri asked him while he aimlessly scribbled charcoal on the blank canvas sheet

" Omkara ... He said Engrossed in his work.

"Hum Gauri. She tried to introduce herself and he whizzed her from head to toe.

It was because of Gauri that Jahnvi Thakurein irrationally ended her life, Gauri is Kali Thakur's keep willing to marry him for all his money and social standing, Gauri accepted a life of cmfort over a life of dignity ... Omkara was so furious thinking about such predicted characteristics of his wife Gauri, a barefaced woman who according to him can bare her bodily being for luxury.

Gauri felt emptiness even when she is safe, her breathe and maidenhood are not going to succumb to Kali Thakur, She is free to have a life of her own and most importantly she is married. This marriage was futile for her because neither her nor the Jatadhari had accepted each other, it was a whimsical decision because she did not want to die and Omkara could not let her die. She felt as if she is being an unwanted burden in Omkara's life, despite the fact that she was a strong believer of the institution of marriage ... she did not want to force her husband in a loveless commitment.

"I have come to know you Gauri and i swear you are going to end up where you should be ... sentenced in prison. Omkara promised himself thinking about Jahnvi Thakurein's suicide.

Gauri leaned against the window frame to admire the full moon and its night. The day had passed by silently. Gauri was not able to talk to him, Omkara did not want to talk to her. On One hand, Gauri sent prayers to her Shankarji to bless Omkara with every possible happiness in life whereas Omkara was determined that Gauri had lived enough to expose herself and her intentions to the world, if not her mother at least Jahnvi Thakurein deserved justice against betrayal ... he wanted to end the beautiful myth of Gauri.

Gauri freshened up and thought about fixing breakfast when the early morning sunrise greeted her. She looked at the door of the bedroom which was still closed and she presumed that Om is still asleep. Last night, she slept on the floor of the living room beside all his paint cans ... it was not very comfortable but she slept peacefully through the hours of darkness. After pleating her saree, she offered her morning prayers to a photograph of Shankarji on her mobile phone... apologizing to him she removed her mangalsutra and kept it in a small pouch to return it to Om ... it was better for both of them to fall apart, what if a ritual forced them to come together ... emotions can never be forced she thought.

He rubbed his eyes before seeing Coffee and bread served for him at the kitchen counter and Gauri was busy mopping the floor. He did not want to see her face ... she made him feel ridiculous. Om really wanted to push her away from everything that was concerned to his life but he had plans to execute. He let her stay with him because he wanted to prove her guilty, that she accepts being a low greedy woman. Omkara had hired a private investigator Dandi to look into How and where Gauri lived the life of Kali Thakur's mistress.

"Aapne humaari jaan bachaai hain, hum zindagi bhar aapke ehsaanmand rahenge. Gauri thanked Om.

He looked at her being busy putting up curtains at the window ledge; he knew that the stool she was using had a faulty leg and so when she slipped he rushed to catch hold of her. she had shut her eyes fearfully and was surprised to feel his protective grip. Omkara's expression was stern as usual.

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Om was trying to concentrate on jotting down his journal but the continuous ringing of bells and chanting of some unknown prayers was very disturbing for him. He knew that today was no way a festival or celebration of any kind but then his circumstantial wife was not getting tired of intoning for Shankarji. For many reasons, he did think that she is an actress good with her job... she prayed so religiously. After a while the sound of bells and prayers silenced but his nostrils could feel the incense of sandalwood really strongly ... she had come to him with the thaal of Aarti and even put a teeka on his forhead without any hesitation because of her confidence in her prayers. He glared and she smiled.

"Kya chaahiye aapko? She asked him excitedly.

"EXCUSE ME?!?!?! He asked dumbfounded.

"Aaj humaare Shankarji ka somwaar hain. Aaj hum unse job hi maangenge woh humme zarur denge isiliye aaj hum unse aap ke liye kuch maangna chahte hain ... Bataaiye kya chahiye aapko? she asked awaiting an answer.

Omkara was dumfounded owing to her religious belief and practice. He never encouraged such blindness of fasting and praying reckless in the name of devotion ... a part of him wanted to scold Gauri and command that she eats properly but the other part of him believed that she is again trying and putting her I-Am-Such-A-Wise-Woman' show.

"Arre Boliye Naa ... Mooh mein kampat bharke baithe hain kya? she caught his attention

"Tum toh aise zidd kar rahi ho ... jaise tumhe pata hain ke tumhe jo chahiye ... jitna chahiye woh tumhara bhagwaan tumhe de dega. Omkara darted her sarcastically.

"Aapko pata hain ... pichhle hafte issi waqt humne Shankarji se jeene ki ek wajah maangi thi ... aur unhone aapko humaare paas bhej diya ... hum jaante hain Shankarji apni kisi bhi chirraiyya ko pareshaani mein nahi dekh sakte, woh humaari baat kabhi nahi taalenge... she immediately wiped a single brimming tear and observing her ...

Om could feel that something moved inside him ... something broke inside him. Her pain was evident and visible. He was not able to make a clear distinction of whether his wife of two days is a woman vivacious or vile. She was breathing the same air with him under one roof but she had not disturbed him even for a second in the last forty-eight hours in fact she had been really supportive. It was his caprice to hold her, drag her around the fire and give her the right to be his wife but she did not nag him or question him or even utter a word for that matter. In his apartment she was trying to adjust in her space and zone providing him with his freedom. Although Omkara was responsible for having a marriage out of violence, he blamed her. He expected that she will start shedding her layers and reveal her true colours soon.

"Yeh Jatadhari hippie toh baat baat par maun dhaaran kar leta hai! she forced a giggle on her sad face. He kept looking at her trying to decipher her personality, her tricks and tactics.

"Sirf iss baat ka jawaab de dijiye ... hum pareshaan nahi karenge aapko. She requested him.

"SHANTI CHAHIYE MUJHE!!!He grumbled loudly ... she chose to smile

" OM SHANTI SHANTI SHANTI ... OM SHANTI SHANTI SHANTI ... she shut her eyes and she said aloud ... offering him the essence of burning sandalwood. She walked away, he continuously chuckled.

It was after two long hours that he wanted a break from work and wondered what she is doing now. He looked into the kitchen where she was weeping and trying to get rid of a piece of broken glass pierced in her palm.

"Kya kar rahi ho Gauri? Kya hua? Tum theek ho? he held and checked her, blood dripping down her palm.

"What have you done Gauri ... dhyaan kahaan hain tumhara ... thoda sa toh khayaal karo apna. He scolded her anxiously.

"Aap please humse gussa mat hoiiyye ... galti humaari hi hain ... maaf kar dijiye. Apologetically, she withdrew her hand and left.

He helplessly stared at her and then the kitchen counter. It was not at all her fault, the glass had shattered in the kitchen because of him, and he threw away the jars from the shelves in the morning because he was angry. Baffled is his state of mind trying to study Gauri's body language and reflexes and he noticed that she was fearful of him and his place ... contradicting to all the facts that he assumed about her ... opposite to the supposed truth of her.

She was sealing his paint cans when he went to hold her and pulled her into his chest. She looked at him wide eyed and confused. He studied her expressions while caressing her face ... she was quivering in his embrace. Omkara wanted to push Gauri into testing waters in the name of their physical proximity; he wanted to tempt her because she had not done so still. He was quite surprised when she did not make any advances to charm him ... did not even try to touch him. judging her to be one materialistic despicable female, he was mentally prepared to tackle her as and when she tried to seduce him ... but to his dismay, she did not make any effort to attract him. Her simplicity was frustrating him and so he wanted to be clear about what her intentions are ... even if it meant being the closest to her.

She was startled, the intensity in his eyes was almost threatening. For a moment she thought that is he angry with her because of the kitchen incident. Before she could ponder upon it further he yanked her tighter and covered her lower lip into an aggressive kiss. His way of nibbling was painful for her but her senses blurred in astonishment. Someone as naive as her did not understand how to respond. He guided her free hands flattening them on his chest caressing her lower back feeling the detail of her proportion beneath. She experienced his warm mouth as he tasted her tentatively... the continuous torture of her lips compelled her to part her lips ... Suddenly he pushed away, he was burning. She flushed red as he tried to take her name in a strangled voice. He could see how she was not sure how to react. He stepped back and walked away slamming the door of the bedroom.

She traced the lining of her lip because something tasted salty to her taste buds. She kept looking at the stain of blood on her fingertip. Now, even her lips were paining as a proof of how close her husband was to her. She realized that he is so handsome; being so close to him she felt his firm chest. She gazed at her chest.. Rising and falling happily. She walked to the mirror to talk a look at herself ... her lips were red and full, his fingertips embossed on her shoulder and wrists... it was her body, she had seen herself many times in a mirror but her physicality seemed utterly different today. She felt like a woman, HIS WOMAN.

How the hell can Kali Thakur's mistress be an inexperienced virgin? The very question had boggled his mind. He almost cried because he tried to force himself on her. He had sensual kind of encounters with various kinds of women so he is so sure that Gauri is an idiot in the name of sex, she needs to learn a lot! He stepped out of the room taking his own time desperate to talk to her about what happened between them but she was nowhere to be found. He was reacting maniacally thinking that she ran away from him after how he hurt her. to his relief he returned in a few minutes but looked panicky ...

"Kya hua Gauri? he asked nervously

"Kuch nahi. She replied abruptly and turned to walk away.

"Kaha gayi thhi tum? he yelled at her.

"STAYFREE lane gaye thhe! she yelled in equal octave and hurried to the bathroom.

He was so embarrassed thinking about her menstrual cycle. Yeah he understood biology and women having periods, had lived with various period symptoms having a mother and a sister but with Gauri this moment was very awkward. She came out of the bathroom looking relieved and clean wearing a fresh pair of clothes.

"Tum theek ho? Zyada dard ho raha hain kya? He was genuinely concerned. She nodded her head negative flattered feeling his care.

"Ab kaha jaa rahi ho? he asked as she picked her shopping bag.

"Sabzi laane jaa rahe hain. She said trying to avoid him.

"Pehle bhi toh laa sakti thi naa ... baar baar aise bearish ke ghar se baahar jana achha lagta hain kya tumhe? he raised a brow.

"Hum sabzi laane hi gaye thhe lekin emergency ho gayi ... achanak se khoon aane laga aur humaare kapde bhi kharaab ho gaye thhe! she explained in a single breathe keeping aside her nerves of the stayfree moment'. After all he is her husband.

Listening to her clarification about her bleeding ... Om could not believe that Gauri is so innocent. He followed her to the vegetable market and saw how care freely she interacted with people and smiled undeniably. She picked up various vegetables precisely checking everything from a cauliflower to a lady finger to a chilly. More effectively she bargained with the vendors. Finally she was done with her vegetable shopping spree enough to keep both of them full for the next two days. As they walked, she did not even let him hold the heavy bag ...

"Gauri, matar bhi khareed lo ... aaj kadhi aur pulaao banaaenge. He said looking at the pea pods.

"Paise nahi hain humaare paas ... Khatam ho gaye! she said with a demure smile.

A very important truth struck his storming brain as he paid for the two-fifty grams of peas. Staying with him Gauri brought milk, bread and glucose biscuit packets and vegetables in the two days, paid the watchman and even cleared the electricity bill. She did not ask him for any money to even buy her sanitary napkins! And did not even say a word about bearing the expense of his house? How can she be materialistic & money minded and take good care of his space at the same time. He was dying to talk to her.

He crossed his hands across his chest leaning against the door frame while she counted that she had Seven hundred fifty three rupees left in her bag.

"Kya tum job karti ho Gauri? He asked ... his first question to know many answers.

"Haa Mandir ke baahar dukaan hain humaari ... pooja ka sara saman bechte hain hum aur aapko pata hain Shankarji aur Krishnaji ke toh hum exclusive dress designer hain! she was gleaming happy and he felt uncertain pangs of guilt because he was able to feel her truth. For someone as innocent, as inexperienced and as selfless as Gauri ... she deserved a chance more than his wrath.

He had just settled on his amidst his file of sketchbooks with a cup of coffee when there was a knock at the door. It was seven in the evening, starting to get dark. Om felt weird because the apartment was his place of work and no one ever came to visit him here. He opened the door to find a stout pot-bellied man smiling comically.

"Ji hum Pyaare Mohan! Humme Gauri Ji se milna hain. The guest cared to introduce himself and then intruded into the house calling for Gauri ... Gauri came out of the kitchen.

"Arre mohan ji aap ... aap toh banaras mein thhe na... bareilly kaise aanaa hua? Gauri asked wiping her flour smeared hands.

"Agar aap aise achanak se shaadi kar lengi Gauriji ... toh humme toh sab kuch chhod chhaad ke waapas aanaa hi padega na! Pyaare Mohan made a sad smiley face

"Aise baat kyon kar rahe hain Mohan ji ? Gauri made her eyebrows barn dance

"Aap toh jaanti thi naa Gauri ji ... hum aapse kitna pyaar karte hain phir aapne iss aadmi se shaadi kaise kar li? Pyaare mohan pointed towards Om who was not at all enjoying the I-Love-You-GauriJi show at all! Om's eyes kept dogding between Gauri and her Mohanji ... he was so annoyed with Pyaare's indecent proposal kind of talks in a place which was his studio apartment and to a woman who was his wife! Tinge of jealousy crept in his system and adding to it was how politely Gauri dealt with her old admirer. She was all happy smiles ... even blushing.

"Chinta mat kijiye Mohan ji aapko bhi aapki Radhika mil jaaegi aur aapko toh pata hi hain naa ke Gauri humesha apne Shiv ke paas hi rahegi. Gauri confessed in a babyish tone leaving Om stunned ... he felt numb realizing that he was as important to Gauri as her God...

"Mohan Ji ... You can leave! Omkara interfered and interrupted standing between Gauri & Pyaare ordering him to leave ... furious with how Pyaare tried to touch Gauri's shoulder which he would have done for sure if Om would not come in between.

Omkara literally dragged Pyaare Mohan out of his house warning him to never visit them again. Right now more important for Om was how Gauri indirectly declared her love, admiration and devotion for him so self-assuredly... he had not expected something like this from her.

Omkara's head and heart tussled in an imaginary warzone. What he felt with Gauri was some very different from what he thought of Gauri. His judgements were very quick loaning from Jahnvi Thakurein's death and his brash family life. He understood that Gauri was a loyal, caring and affectionate wife who respected him equivalent to her Shankarji. Keeping in mind how Gauri had agreed to marry Kali Thakur and how the Thakur brothers told him various characteristics of Gauri ... his newly wedded bride seemed an outright different person. For someone like Om who is a preacher and practitioner of honesty and truth ... he could feel that she never lied to him.

"Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shehad Shehad Kabhi Narm Narm Kabhi Sakht Sakht... Gauri hummed sweetly setting the dinner table for her husband ... thinking about her husband and singing about her husband ... Om felt so special hearing her voice, he knew that she was singing for him. he liked to seek her attention.

After dinner Gauri was busy gathering and packing different shhets of paper, rolling them into newspapers. She started liking Om barring the fact that he was so fussy and whimsically disorganised. While wrapping one sheet she saw Omkara's photograph in one of the National daily column which read about the success of one of his exhibition. Gauri scratched her head in confusion ... he told her that he is an artist but is he so famous that critiques of the newspaper find him so praiseworthy. She quickly finished her work and asked her internet Chachi for some help ...

She searched his name in a search engine and even a few social networking sites and realized OMKARA SINGH OBEROI was no layman, he was the first heir of a business turnover worth millions. More to it, he had a career as a world renowned artist. Gauri was happily shocked to read about all this. With that she even read about the Oberoi family, the Obros, the enforced and controversial ShivIka marriage, Jahnvi Singh Oberoi's weak health condition, the estranged Father-Son relationship, The pretty face but ugly heart mistress Svetlana... yeah she got to know about Om's life more than anytime he could ever tell her it himself but she admitted that internet knew way too much.

Suddenly she felt more like a royal misfit in Omkara Singh Oberoi's life. Being a loud and colourful country girl was no way suitable for being his wife. She realized there is a lot of difference between her and his five-year old live in partner Ridhima. If he can break up with her for reasons unknown to Internet Chachi ... how will he be able to accept his wife as a part of his life ... she did not have a high- maintenance lifestyle, was not qualified and did not know his ways of life. She had to talk to him ...

Omkara was preparing to sleep when she knocked the bed room door. He could see that she is disturbed ... gulping hard, choking in her throat ... trying hard to control her tears.

"Kya hua Gauri? he asked tensed and worried.

"Aap chale jaaiyye apne ghar waapas ... Bareilly se durr, humse durr. She said to him breaking into tears

"Kya hua tumhe Gauri ... Kya keh rahi ho tum? he asked trying to figure out what exactly is going on in her little brain.

"Omkara Singh Oberoi ke waqt ke laayak nahi hain hum ... aapko humaari wajah se pareshan hone ki zarurat nahi hain, jaaiyye apni zindagi mein waapas ... aapke ehsaano ki keemat hum nahi chukka paaenge ... she broke down returning her Mangal sutra to him and that is when he realized that she did not wear one since she came home...

"Please shaant ho jaao Gauri, we can talk about this ... Meri life ke bare mein jaankar aise panic karneki zarurat nahi hain ... baithke baat karte hain. He requested not wanting any misunderstanding from her side ... their relationship already has many.

"Humme koi baat nahi karni ... samjhe aap. Aapke paas nahi rehna humme, agar aap humse durr nahi jaaenge toh hum hi aapko chhod ke chale jaate hain! she declared.

With uncontrollable tears, something stung in the back of her throat she even felt emptiness in the pit of her stomach ... the reality checks of her life were cruel and unending and she knew she deserved normalcy. He stood calmly giving her time to compose herself and tugged her in a fixed hug the moment she turned to leave him. He wrapped his arm and held her close. Despite the heaviness in her chest, her heart fluttered at the feeling of her body against his. She sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. His touch made the room warmer somehow with her future within the walls seeming a little less bleak.

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