MANN BAWRA
Omkara stepped out his car and rushed into the mansion, he was really tired of his hectic schedule and extensive travelling, adding to his miserable wakeful and starving condition was the Mumbai traffic but right now none of this factor mattered because he was desperate to see his wife.
Now that he has realized that he was wrong and she was right about the very basis of their relationship, a circumstantial marriage of ritual... he was determined to make it up to her in this lifetime, give her every right that his better half deserves. She was the one who kept on demanding a clarification about their relationship status when he preferred the silk route of escapism and now that he wants to apologize to her ... she is busy making plans with her Devar to bring her Bhaujaai and Bade Bhaiyya together ... the very reason that she did not care to talk to him properly on the phone for the last one week when he was busy conducting workshops all over Germany. She did not even reply to his messages.
JAY JAY SHIV SHANKAR
KATA LAGE NA KANKAR
KE PYALA NANDI KE NAAM KA PEEYA
ARE RE RE RE RE ... GIR JAAENGE HUM MARR JAAYENGE
AGAR UNHONE HUMME PHIRSE GET OUT KIYA
Omkara looked at his befuddled minion who was shrieking the song on the top of her voice which is supposedly of a very melodious and romantic singer, not to miss how she was jumping on the sofa. The whole house keeping staff having the time of their life supporting her as chorus vocalists in the yell of a song and even as background dancers putting Michael Jackson's soul to shame with their version of pelvic thrusts. All of them behaving like tipsy hop heads under substance influence.
He called for Gauri more than once but she was busy doing head rolls making her long black hair look like some sort of reptiles wanting to be free in air. She was actually looking like the female lead of the K-Snake show, he chuckled at his thought. He saw Khanna stomping his foot with a table cloth tied around his chest. Jahnvi, Shakti, Ragini and Vikram were happily snoring with many others, some on the stairs, some on the floor and some on the dining table. Om doubted that such a mishap is the upshot of delicious fruit punch recipes but he knew that Rudra had gone to Ahmadabad.
Pinky who cursing Gauri for all her headache and hangover cleared Omkara's doubts immediately. Om was not very shocked knowing the tenacity of DABANG GAURI but such immaturity was least expected out of her but it was very easy for him to understand that when it is something as sweet as a laddoo from her hometown Bareilly which contained her Shankarji's Prasad of Bhaang, no body in the world could stop her from consuming it.
WOH JAANE KE HUMKO PASAND HAIN MITHAAI
PHIR BHI UNHONE KARELE KI SABZI KHILAAI
BHAUJAAI KA ZULFI DEWAR DEEWANA
LEKIN HUMME UNHE DEEWAR PE NAHI SATANA
He again heard a ridiculously funny parody in her voice. He walked towards her observing everybody who was still busy dancing. Omkara carefully noticed the light embroidery of her floor length dress; she looked beautiful on the light blue colour just like an Indian traditional version of Cinderella. He called her name strictly wanting THE MRS. DABANG KARA SHOW to come to an end, everyone had their share of fun more than enough. She stood there with his arms crossed against his chest waiting for her to notice him but she paid no heed... the break dance of Bareilly was certainly more important than her husband.
He pulled her in his arms and carried her to their room while she continued to sing, she needed to freshen up, get a hangover cure and take rest.
Aap humme sapne mein hi ache lagte hain Omkaraji ... bilkul shaant ... Zulfi se zyada Kulfi ho jaate hain, humaari thandi meethi kulfi! She pulled his cheeks and he thanked her god that she finally gained some weight.
Yeh sapna nahi hain Gauri, Main germany se waapas aa gaya hoon. He told her while climbing the stairs
Aap humaare paas waapas aa gaye Omkaraji. She spoke in an unintentionally sensual tone in her inebriated state while tracing senseless patterns on his shirt ...
He kept her on the bed and she yawned leaning against the head rest while he was brushing his fingers in her ruffled hair, cleaned the smudged kaajal from below her eyes and removed her earrings making special mental notes to lecture her about never ever doing smoky eyes and help her get rid of all her heavy earrings that looked more like mini temple bells. She kept giggling because his touch was tickling her. he held her shoulder to unpin her duppatta when she stopped him ...
Aap isse mat nikaliye ... Mangu ji ne kaha hain iss dress mein hum bilkul pari jaise lagte hain ... humme kapde nahi badalne! She announced stubbornly
Who the hell is MANGU? Omkara was so pissed off with this five letter name who dared to compliment HIS WIFE!
She kept giggling as Om removed her duppatta and loosened the fitting of her dress. The tailoring of her dresses was really complicated but he was thankful that his woman never preferred bizarre cuts and strange off-shoulders. He turned to get a fresh pair of clothes from the cupboard for her when she held his wrist to stop him.
HAWA ZARA MEHEK TOH LE
NAZAR ZARA BEHEK TOH LE
ABHI NA JAAO CHHODKAR
KE DIL ABHI BHARA NAHI
Omkara smiled listening to her normal soulful voice. He knew Gauri is a hopeless romantic, he enjoyed the way she expressed her feelings. She tried to pull him towards her and so he went to sit beside her on the bed ... she kept staring at him with her signature I-LOVE-YOU-SO-MUCH smile and he caressed her cheek.
Aap humme iss ghar se get out mat kijiye Omkaraji, Hum biwi hain aapki ... bohot pyaar karte hain aapse, aapke bina nahi jee paaenge. She confessed clutching his collar
She had let go of her guard and Om realized the severity of her emotional turmoil. However strong and rigid she appeared on the outside, she was breaking from the inside. Her life and her happiness were his responsibility now ... he embraced her affectionately and she began giggling again.
To help her ease out in this situation Om dragged her into a warm shower. She relaxed as the lukewarm water droplets washed her skin, still unable to keep her posture stable, hiccups accompanied her giggles. Omkara unwillingly had to stand in the shower and hold her straight. She was the one who had lost control over bodily functioning but he did not want his sanity to snap in the spur of the moment as wet fabric on her body without any shame became transparent leaving literally nothing for him to imagine.
Dazed and amazed in the moment, his arms were around her ... sure and hard before she could withdraw her mind from its far reaching places. She again felt the rush of helplessness in her nerves, herself sinking and yielding feeling him, the warmth of water leaving her limp. His humble forsaken resistance blurring and drowning into nothingness when she caressed his hair. She felt extraordinary as his body weight pressed against her and she inhaled his pure male scent, it was the most delicious scent she could ever imagine. She wanted to breathe him, lick him and drink him like honey. It pricked a little when his face touched his skin, she did not care ... it was wonderful to feel his hands everywhere. He bent to kiss her softly but then a swift gradation of intensity made her cling to him as the only solid stature in this dizzy swaying world. His insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors in her being and before her giddiness spun her round and round she knew she was kissing him equally.
Edited by _PrincessPooru_ - 8 years ago
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