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OFFO
OFFO ... Omkara sighed failing to follow the heartwarming laughter and the fragrance of baby lotion, he tried to meet that tiny woman who walked past him a few moments ago with a big thaal of gulaal. All gracious thanks to Dumbbell Oberoi Rudy that Om was not able to go behind that voice of an angel. Facts to be noted were that she was compact in size and officially resembled a minion dressed in a full length yellow suit. She has lustruous long hair, black and very well maintained. He did not know her, not her face ... Not any name but he knew one thing ... That she is extremely beautiful.
Unlike Senior Angry Oberoi & Junior Cranky Oberoi, Omkara did not have any issue of mood or temper sitting idle in a heavily decorated temple space for one more hour waiting for the rituals of Maha Aarti to begin. When it was declared that the first heir of the Oberoi clan will perform the Maha Aarti, Kalyani Dadi's Satyam, Shivam & Sundaram decided to come together and pray to the almighty like they do every year, but right now Shivaay was growling curses on the phone to someone who was an ill-timed caller and Rudra was trying to get over the fruit punch hangover of last night's club party and after party. Even Om had a lot of work to complete but he liked spending such time with himself just until he wanted to drink in that milky baby-like smell. He was restless now.
Walking amidst all the lit and floral preparations, Gauri could not stop laughing at Richa's senseless jokes. Her friend was just trying to lighten her mood after Gauri's mother did not allow her to have golgappas because the little Chirraiya had just cured a cough infection. Keeping aside all the Gol & Gappa matter... Gauri was really happy, excited too. It was the day of Maha Aarti, something exquisite about which she had heard a lot after coming to Mumbai. Gauri and her friend Richa had skipped two lectures from college to volunteer for the same.
Busy chit-chatting with Richa Gauri did not realize that some ghee was spilt on the floor she just tried to walk, then slipped and fell comically... The thaal of gulaal tightly gripped in her hand but now it was just a thaal and not any gulaal. Gauri was making faces because of the slight pain, Richa sat beside her and both of them laughed.
Omkara was busy talking on the phone. He did not understand when and why but just understood that some supernaturally flying red color first hit his face also ruining his open hair and then decorously settled on his favorite white Kurta somewhere from his right side. He grasped the quality of the dry color just by looking at it and he knew that the powder red will become stain red now. His dearest piece of cloth is ruined now.
" Dekhkar nahi chal sakte kya " Omkara angrily blabbered walking towards the presumed source of this incident only and only to realize that it had to be the same yellow-color tot he had been searching for in the whole place.
Gauri and Omkara kept their eyes fixed on each other for a while. Richa was getting tensed that Omkara Singh Oberoi became an innocent victim of their innocent mistake. Mesmerised was less of a word, spellbound was less of a feeling ... Omkara felt dedicated the moment his heart captured Gauri's composure. Gauri forced herself into not giggling seeing half of Omkara's face and chest was smeared in red. She had to apologize to him. Before Gauri could say anything Richa stepped forward and started delivering her mentally prepared apology speech to Omkara. Om did not need unnecessary sorries but he was not finding any suitable excuse to talk to Gauri ... He continued to exchange glances with her as Richa continued speaking. He kept dragging the conversation.
" Agar aapko rango ki tameez samajh mein nahi aati toh usme hum kya kar sakte hain!" Gauri intervened annoyed understanding Omkara's intentional behavior.
Okay... He is intrigued by her, he is desirious to listen to her voice but the way she brusquely accused him of not understanding colors was upsetting. Even when she did not know that he is an artist well known to the world ... Whatever she spoke quite HURT.
"Yeh Kya keh rahi hain Gauri ... Aise baat mat kar inse." Richa politely requested.
" Baat naa kare toh kya kare ... Issi mandir mein inki sthapna karke Pooja kare?" Gauri shrugged her friend.
"Tu jaanti nahi kya ... Yeh Shivaay Singh Oberoi ke chhote bhai hain ... Omkara." Richa tried to tell Gauri
"Woh Jo bhi ho ... Yeh mandir Gannuji ke papa ka hain ... Kisi ek Omkara ka nahi." Gauri was so well prepared for a word war.
Richa and Gauri were called for help. Richa left but Gauri had to give it back to Omkara
" Hum samajh Gaye thhe ke aapko Richa ka maafi nama sunne mein koi dilchaspi nahi thhi ... Baar baar humme hi tukur tukur dekhe jaa rahe thhe. Achhe ghar ke aadmi hai aap, samajhdaar bhi lagte hain ... Aisi chhichhori harkate shobha nahi deti aapko." Gauri was done with whatever she had to say but Omkara wanted to hear some more ... He was enjoying it so much. She is so sharp, nimble witted ... GORGEOUS.
She took a step backward but Omkara gripped her wrist to pull her two steps closer.
" Tez tarrarr ho tum ... Bilkul teekhi mirchi." This is all he could manage to say to a woman he was impatient to talk to, to some one so beautifully inspiring. The poet in him was growling curses at him.
" KADWA KAMPAT!!! " She was better bitter to his ingredient compliment ... He left her hand after their eyes tussled for some time.
OFFO ... she mumbled under her breathe seeing the redened impressions of his fingertips on her hand as she walked away.
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