EPISODE TWO
His hectic schedule still continuing, Omkara Singh Oberoi was working like an automated machine for the last forty-eight hours. Forget sleep, he did not even care about what he is eating and what he is not. Cups of sugarless black coffee being his anchor of survival. He stepped down on the helipad picking up his laptop and files from the seat in the chopper. He saw how
the yellow shining sun started rising from the ground. It filled the sky with mighty colours of red and splashed the clouds with endless rays of pink. It was bright and mesmerising as it inviting me to stare, deep into the horizon ... He blinked seeing the early morning Bareilly sun and walked to sit in his car finally having a few minutes to care to switch on his phone.
The very first e-mail was from one of his office men who informed him about how Ridhima is planning to get engaged to an NRI Businessman. Yes. Omkara was stalking his Ex Live-In Partner with all the possible resources. He knew everything, from what time she goes for all her social awareness activities to how she is planning a vacation to Bahamas to her present vital statistics. He sincerely tried not to care about Ridhima after realizing her intentions about being an Oberoi Bahu more than his wife. He had wholeheartedly and hopelessly loved Ridhima once upon a time. She is the only woman Omkara tried to love with all his might.
And then there were photographs sent by Shivaay in the Obro Whatsapp Group. The pictures of some function when Shivaay was marrying Anika again... Omkara chuckled seeing the awkward poses but he was happy that Shivaay is having crazy mad fun ... Now that he himself has become a part of the Oberoi Business Plans ... He knew how pathetically frustrating it can be ... But again he was trying to decode the meaning of LoveAkshari!
There were some missed calls from Jahnvi which Omkara simply wanted to ignore. For the world, She is his mother but to him she is one weak woman for him the incorrect illegitimacy of her son was something acceptable. How can a woman, his biological mother declare him to be illegitimate in front of the world? He had supported Jahnvi in every decision of hers even when Jahnvi staying and craving for Tej's love pricked him moment by moment and for him his mother cannot even speak the truth.
And suddenly there was a ping in the Obro Whatsapp group again... Rudra was whining in his voice note of how he has been kicked out of the class for not completing his assignment. Shivaay repeatedly punched the ROFL emoticons and Omkara asked him to send some selfies. Om was not at all surprised when Rudra sent snaps of him with some girl at the canteen.
Svetlana had tagged him in an outrageous and Gaudy selfie on Facebook while she was trying to shop for her wedding. The whole world knew that Omkara is going to marry his father's mistress but nobody knew of how she was blackmailing him with some intimate pictures and videos of his father. Even when upset and angry with Jahnvi, Omkara was never able to forget how his mother was about to succumb to the burns she caused to herself.
Saumya had tried video calling her Bade Baal Waale Bhaiyya thrice but he swiped it red ... He was too tired to listen to Saumya's continuous blabber ... Then she sent him pictures of the answer sheets of her internal exams ... Om's brows knotted seeing that her performance had deteriorated. He immediately called her...
"Toh aapko finally yaad aa hi gayi aapki golu molu behen!" Saumya chirped happily
"Yeh main kya dekh raha hoon Chhotu ... Dhyaan kaha hai tera?" Omkara scolded her.
Was she supposed to tell him that the youngest Obro was the ultimate distraction ... Nah!
"Woh Bhaiyya Tabiyat thodi kharaab thhi meri isiliye revision hua nahi thha theek se." Saumya informed him.
Omkara very well understood that his chubby little sister is trying to keep something underwrap. He will have to find out ... Then they chatted for five more minutes and he disconnected the call.
The Twitterati kept poking and reminding him about his old artworks ... Some of them left, But none of them forgotten. The whole ZulfiKara Fandom got to see the new renowned vogue of businessmen and realized that the colors of the Artist was fading somewhere in the grey cult money making world. Omkara smiled looking at the huge amount of requests and pleas to publish poetry and hold exhibitions ... He still loved his art but now he simply did not want to get back to it.
Dadi sent him a Groupfie with her girl gang from the Balaji Darshan. With the routine messages like 'Time pe Khana khaa lena', 'Thoda sa so lena', 'Jahnvi tere baare mein pooch rahi thhi', 'Daru thodi kamm peena', 'Ladkibaazi chhodke zara si Ishqbaazi kar le and the ultimate hot iron hot ... 'Jab mere teeno potte saath nahi hote tab ghar bohot sunaa lagta hai, Ghar waapas aajaa beta'. As always all the messages were blue ticked but Om did not send a reply .
Sadness. Something he never understood. Why be sad of something which has already happened?After all, there's no point crying over spilled milk. Unfortunately, when you get sad, it's like being stabbed in the heart a thousand times without dying. He knew it because he experienced it when his father was no longer in love with her mother. He remembers the tears of his Younger brother knowing about Tej's intention of divorcing Jahnvi, they stung Omkara like bees; the deafening screams of his mother which still haunt him today in that blood-thirsty fire chasing her to death and most of all, he did not know whether he was dead or alive after Ridhima was vocal about her love life on social media. When it was all over, his eyes scanned for a survivor in broken hearts, tasteless tears and a facade of normalcy but to his disappointment he was the only survivor. You see, it's memories that create emotions and it's emotions that create those memories. The memories of a childhood he craved for desperately, the memories of a woman who owed her virginity to him, the memories of a loveless family, the memories of his elder brother becoming SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI and the memories of eloping in the distant world of beautiful art.
He suddenly became a man sitting in an attitude of profound distress beneath a projecting mass of rock. The hands of this man hung limply over his knees, his eyes were red and staring before him, and his face was dry, tears denying to brim in his eyes.Behind the masked smile he wears on her face, there is sadness and shock. He anxiously looks at her left and right, repeatedly as a single sound passes by, checking for signs of danger that will not come. He does not blame himself for being unreasonably afraid. He can feel how terrified he will be as the memories will come back and play on his mind over and over again like a broken record. It will only repeat.
"Saahab we have reached." The driver informed disturbing Omkara's negative riviere
And before he could look outside ... His mobile phone again pinged with a message from Tej Singh Oberoi. A thumbs up emoticon. Omkara smirked in frustration. There was a point of time in his life when he could literally do anything for being accepted a a certain man's son but that time is not today ... He deleted the message and stepped out of the car.
He was well prepared for the first ever business deal of his life but now knowing that it is just a matter of few hours ... He was feeling like a nervous school kid looking at Kali Thakur's majestic Haveli.
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