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Aapki Pooru waapas aa gayi with yet another romantic update specially dedicated to FayAni, PriYe, PriHa, PoHa, PooRiya, Kaju and (Priya) Sq.
Tried to put some of your favourite elements guys
A CPR moment for Dr. Priya
RiKara moments in Oberoi Mansion for Neha
Jalebi in Kala Kurta for Faye
Chirraiyya in a red chiffon Saree for Yay
A RiKara Dance Sequence for Pri
Iss Sequence mein lighting bohot achhi hain!
Hope you guys enjoy
Happy RiKara Rading!
ZIDD NA KARO
"Yun Hi Pehlu Mein Baithe Raho ...
... Aaj Jaane Ki Zidd Naa Karo
Omkara walked into the hall of the Oberoi Mansion after two good days of work. Yeah the preparations of the ShivIka wedding were in full swing but he had to deliver some scultures to his gallery urgently and so he carelessly shut himself in his studio. Shivaay was happy that atleast Omkara was able to show his face at his elder brother's Sangeet ceremony.
Omkara looked around to see the decorations of the hall, good enough they were. Then he noted that Dadi was still busy with some preparations, Shakti was attending the guests and Rudra was trying to earn some money from the guests! What is he upto now? And is Shivaay actually poking Anika's stomach? URGH! PDA!!!
The most relieving fact for Omkara was the theme of the sangeet. Red & Black. Fortunately, he was wearing his black Kurta that day so there was no actual need to go up to his room and change. He was sure that if he goes to his room his body will demand a warm shower, a mug of coffee and some good hours of sleep and he will not care about the function at all.
He observed how all the guests were enjoying themselves; the food was good and the music loud enough. A lot of photographs and selfies were being clicked. Media trying to cover every face attending the function, a walnut of business deals being discussed, Oberoi functions were always more than just family gatherings. Om never complained but he was not at all a fan and then came a random girl whom he just knew by face who is trying to be a pro at flirting. Nothing new again but a girl tries to make a pass at him and his Dabang Wife is nowhere in sight. GAURI! His heart sighed.
Sitting on the bar stool, Gauri leaned on the counter and continued to play with the rim of the empty glass. Ma'am ... you want something? The bar tender asked her for the nth number of time. No! She again said while the bar tender was really confused of why was Gauri blushing, smiling, giggling, murmuring all alone? What has gotten into her? Is she crazy?
"Haan ... Moorti zaruri hain, lekin tumse zyada nahi ... Thinking about him, Gauri tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear, her face glowing scarlet. Omkara is a man of few words ... Jahnvi had said to her the day Gauri had come to the Oberoi mansion but it is now that she is realizing it ... He had said that she is his family, with the kind of time they spent together lately, she knew she is more than just a stranger for him.
" You are his WIFE! " reminding her heart thumped hard. She happily remembered of what had happened the previous week. After a life threatening hospital escapade, she sat in the car, her head throbbing ... Her throat choked up, she had inhaled a lot of smoke. After some time nothing seemed normal ... Om was giving her a water bottle but when images started to blur and whirl in front of her eyes ... Even the closed car began suffocating ... The effect of the air conditioner causing a strange body ache. Blue and black spots started appearing before her eyes and she drifted into numbness ...
She did not understand when and how but she could feel Om gently pressing her mouth into his trying to oxygenate her dry throat and parched lips. Her half closed eyelids trying hard to comprehend as his lips rubbed rhythmically onto hers. She could feel, she was able to breathe now. Inhaling his musk she tried to stop him but a moan dared to escape from the back of her throat ... He cupped her face and wiped the lone tear on her cheek ... The material of his shirt gathered in her fists she closed her eyes when his tongue probed in provoking hers ... She had genuinely breathed a new life. She was succumbing to the heat of his body as his hands wrapped around her protectively and pulled her closer with a raspy groan he kissed her deeply possessive.
Om caught a glimpse of his woman from a distance. She was sitting alone and silent, something so not acceptable in the name of Gauri. He walked towards her admiring her plain red Saree. He did not know she had one of those. More beautiful was how her long hair were kept to one side on her shoulder and he was able to see her almost bare back, her chest saved by two hooks and a knot. She is beautiful he thought.
" Hi "... Omkara greeted Gauri with a gentle caress of his fingers on her back and she looked at him with a jolt as he sat beside her. The under current in her body was quite awkward, such sensations were new to her. With a smile, she tried to get up from her seat.
He was staring at her, her eyes gracing kohl. She wore a pair of diamond stud earrings. She glanced at him and quickly looked away. She flinched quite uncomfortable as he moved closer to her.
" Would you like a glass of wine? " He asked politely. No, was her nods reply.
" Hmm champagne? " ... He tried again ... He wanted to sit with her, it felt good. She did not reply.
" How about a glass of coke? ... Juice? " Omkara asked as she started looking at how all the people were dancing. Here he was so keen on listening to her voice and what was she even trying to do? A royal ignore?
" Water??? " Om was irritated and she could feel the irritation in his voice.
" No " She smiled looking directly at him at last.
" I guess its also no ... That you remember you have a husband ... You know a tall and handsome wheatish creature who lives in the same room as yours! Do din nahi dekha ... Toh bhool gayi kya? " He made a grumpy baby like face and she let out a small chuckle.
" Aapko kaise bhool sakte hain hum " ... She said to him looking at him intently. Was she supposed to tell him that she feels weak breathing around him ... That she likes the way he is protective about her ... That she missed him ... That it is impossible to sleep alone in the bed ... She needs to have him by her side... That she loves the way he kissed her...
" You could dance with me though its an invitation, I hate dancing alone. " He asked casually. She concentrated blinking at him for a while. It was so him. Only he could say such wonderful things making them sound normal.
"My best friend will be here anytime soon. She informed him with a cute smile and enjoyed how the colour of his face changed. Very true it is that living without him for two days was a task really difficult. She wanted to spend some quality time with him. right now, she wanted to dance with him but pushing all the wrong buttons of Husband Kara's nervous system was so much fun. Gauri was very curious to see his reaction.
"Well then I give her a fair chance to show up till the next song or else you are mine for the rest of the evening. Omkara made his one-sided deal crystal holding her hand to help her stand.
A faint blush appeared on her face and she looked at him sincerely. He tried to whisper something but she pressed her finger against his lips. She was quite just studying his face until the silence between them became a conversation. Still looking into his eyes she tilted her head a little as his thumb caressed her knuckles before intertwining his fingers into hers. She looked away as smile pursed her lips, her face shy and pink.
As they started dancing she deliberately kept a distance between them, he could feel how her hands trembled on his shoulders. The heat emanating from his body was intoxicating, his pure male scent purely torturous, she felt weak not being used to be so close to him. Various thoughts and sensations awakened in her consciousness and she realized that he held her closer protectively, she squirmed when his hand was firm.
He could not help but notice how incredible she smelled wild and sweet like honey and in that moment a sudden urge to listen to her voice surfaced in her heart. It felt soothing how she calmly deciphered his features but he wanted to hear her take his name, to speak to him, to sing to him.
"You know Team India won the match yesterday. Om mindlessly spoke about the last piece of information he had cared to watch on a news channel. He just wanted to start a conversation with Gauri. His brain was stomping and abusing him in return. Poet Kara? Hugh!
"Did you ask me to dance to talk about a match? Chuckling, she softly hit her chest only for her palm to caress and feel the flitter-flutter of his heartbeats.
"NO! I can think of a hundred more flattering things. Omkara grinned.
"Jaise ki? Gauri asked as her faced sparkled with expectation.
"Tumhaari aawaaz sunna bohot achha lagta hain mujhe, you have a spectacular voice Gauri. Omkara told her honestly. Gauri was not able to put in words about how she was feeling. She knew she has a good voice, in fact the whole Bareilly knew that she has a good voice but with Omkara she had just cared to blabber endlessly. He had not heard her sing anything good. She giggled thinking about how she yelled Bhajans in the car when they were on their way to the Haveli.
They continued to dace and she felt a sudden tremor because of how his fingers caressed the delicate silver chain hooked in the slender of her waist. She looked into his eye to realize that it was a gesture absolutely unintentional. His fingers kept brushing the skin of his waist and He looked happy admiring her eyes, reciting one of his compositions for her. She concentrated in him but did not understand a single word. Gauri was delighted when the song changed; it was one of her favourites. She rested her head on his chest and hummed with his heartbeats. After all he said he likes her voice.
"Humme naa aapka yeh wala Kala Kurta bohot pasand hain ... bohot jachta hain aap par. She said playing with the buttons of his Kurta. He kissed her hair in reply.
Both her hands curled around his neck as he gently lifted her and swayed. The music had now changed to something old and English. The lighting of the space softened to be romantic. She felt her spine stiffening as his fingers rested against the hooks of her blouse. In these moments Omkara was completely drawn to Gauri ... he understood that she is a woman with not only just beauty and brain but a body ... a damn good body, he admired her supple and full proportions.
"Why do all the women in this room have to drool over my husband? Gauri whined gripping him possessive.
"Oh! It's my intent to know one of them. He assured with a wink. A sting of jealousy blazed in her body when he was busy caressing and feeling her back.
"Who? If looks could kill ... Omkara Singh Oberoi just had had a ritualistic funeral.
"YOU Clutching her nape ... He almost spoke in her lips. Their eyes locked. Gauri was overwhelmed with every feeling synonymous of love. Om felt now that she truly belonged with him. He rubbed his thumb against her lip ruining some colour and she shyly looked away.
"I ... I ... don't want to attract attention. Koi humme dekh lega Omkaraji. Gauri managed to fumble.
"You won't ... Om assured and Gauri understood that he is right. She could see silhouettes moving in sync hazily. How did she not know about the dimming of lights?
"Main tumhaare itne kareeb hoon ... Kya isiliye ghabra rahi ho Gauri? He asked caressing her cheek.
"Aap aisa kyon keh rahe hain? Gauri actually felt nervous now.
"I can breathe you Gauri ... his voice captivating.
"It's about the way you looked at me ... so intense ... I am not able to bear with it ... you watch me all the time. She confessed with a pout.
"Just and just because you are very beautiful Gauri and you don't realize it. You are the most exquisite woman I have ever met; I don't think you could be any more beautiful. When I saw you in this Saree I realize there is no capturing your beauty in a moment ... I can stand and see you in this gorgeous red drape for as long as a lifetime. Omkara whispered in her ear. These were some of her favourite words; this was her most favourite memory.
"Do you say this to every pretty woman you meet? She teased him with a chuckle.
"Nah! Just to my wickedly attractive wife who makes me want to say so. Gauri was quivering under his hold as one of his hand massaged her stomach, fingers tickling her and the other held the nape of her neck.
She felt the gentlest tug. Her head tipped back and his lips touched hers. It was a whisper of a touch, so tentative, the sensation so light, she wasn't sure she'd felt it at all. Before she knew what she was doing she reached up into it. He sucked in a breath and pulled back, just the slightest bit. His wild eyes searched hers.
Heat bloomed in her cheeks. Her wide-open heart drummed in her chest. A semblance of sense started to creep back into her head. Then it flew right out into the blazing dimmed light. Omkara gathered her hair, gathered her face, gathered all of her and claimed her lips with such force the world went up in flames around her. Her fingers ran carelessly in his hair as she let his tongue dominate, she had to learn a lot about such human contact. She cribbed when he parted ... nasty oxygen being the reason.
" I like to kiss you. Om spoke pecking her lips and then again delving his tongue in her mouth.
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