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Hi, this is a fluffy RiKara drabble where Om tries to catch attention of Gauri after coming back from Germany. Hope you guys like it.
PS: it's another one of my pathetic attempt at writing a drabble. The first attempt actually.
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She whizzes past him, paying no attention to his raised hand as he reaches out to catch hold of her. He takes it back, quite frustrated now.
He has been trying to get a hold of her since morning. He has woken up early for the past two days only to find her already gone. When he comes down, his wife is quite busy with small tasks that can easily be handled by servants. It's her way of avoiding him, he gets it after the fifth time she ignores him that day.
Instead of giving up though, he follows her around like a lost dog. Everywhere she goes, he follows, keeping a safe distance. He whiles his time, because he is sure she will go to their room or somewhere secluded where he can talk to her in peace.
Eventually, his plan succeeds when she enters their room with hurried steps. He follows her, closing the door stealthily before cornering her near the window.
She almost lets out a scream as she turns around only to slam against him. He catches her before she can trip in her haste to step back from him.
"Tum to darr gayi," he snickers, barely controlling his laughter.
"Hum aapse nahi darrte," she tilts her head up to glower at him, a hint of the woman who had smashed his car in her eyes.
"Tumhe darra kaun raha hai? Mai to baat karne ki koshish kar raha hu," he traces her jawline, feeling her tremble under his touch, simply because he cannot resist it. It is a small thing but it is immensely satisfying to see the effect he has on her.
"Hume aapse koi baat nahi karni hai," she makes a move to leave only for him to pull her back.
"Par mujhe to karni hai na," he informs her with a smirk.
"Kis... Kis haq se? Hum aapki patni nahi hai," she fumbles with her words, refusing to give in to the temptation that his touch is.
His eyes follow the rapidly spreading colour that starts from her cheek and reaches deep in her neck. Her dupatta gets in the way though, a barrier between her skin and his eyes.
"Iss ghar ka beta hu mai. To ofcourse, iss ghar ki bahu par bhi haq hoga na?" he pulls her closer to stop himself from pushing her offending dupatta off the way.
"Aise kaise haq hoga? Jaane dijiye hume," she squirms in his hold.
"Nahi jaane dunga. Pehle meri baat suno," he tightens his arm around her, fingers digging in her waist.
"Kaha na nahi sunna hai. Hume kaam hai, jaane dijiye," she averts her eyes from his.
"Aur maine kaha na nahi jaane dunga," he bends slightly over her and her breath hitches.
"Pleeaaseee..." she resorts to begging.
"Please tum suno na," he is a step ahead of her as he takes hold of her chin, tilting her head up to look into her eyes.
It is hard, she realises, to resist him when he looks at her like that but she steels herself before pushing him off with all the energy she can muster up.
Caught unaware by the sudden jerk with a power he never thought her to be in possession of, he stumbles backwards. Her plan almost works, until she realises that he's been holding her waist. And it is quite late by the time she works her head around that because he is already falling, taking her with him.
She lands up on him, his body softening the fall while he winces. She giggles as his face scrunches up in pain quite comfortable before he opens his eyes to glare at her. He tries to ignore the way her oft body feels, pressed against his because is not the time for this but his body has a different minds of its own. She notices the change in his expression but his arm around her waist keeps her glued to him until someone clears their throat from their doorway.
Gauri hurriedly scrambles off him, kicking him hard in the process. He yelps and Rudra bursts out laughing loudly. Gauri turns red instantly, closing her eyes in horror at being caught in an compromising situation.
"Bohot galat waqt aa gaya mai. But O, maine 8 baje kaha tha! Abhi to sirf 6 baje hai. Aap abhi se...?" Rudra gleefully asks Om.
Gauri turns a deeper shade of crimson for a moment before looking at Rudra, confusion etched on her face.
"8 baje matlab?" she manages to ask.
Omkara glares a warning in Rudra's direction.
"Woh aapko O raat ko samjha dega. Samjha doge na? Phir results bhi to chahiye,," Rudra quips cheekily. Om gets on his feet hurriedly to land in a few punches to the youngest Oberoi.
Rudra Singh Oberoi is faster than his lanky brother though. He grips his bhabhi's hand firmly in his and makes a mad dash out of the room with her by his side.
Omkara is left alone pondering the craziness that his family is. He flops down on the bed, looking around for fresh plans to get his wife to speak to him.
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Not very nice, I know. But I just had to write it down.
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