Hey fellow Rikarians (and anyone else who has stumbled upon this post). So this is not a part of my series of OS called Changed. 'I know, I know... Kashish why aren't you focusing on Changed #5?' (BTW I can't believe I've completed 4 already! Feels surreal.), but this OS is on the current track and I just had to get it out after the explosion of Omkara today - or should I say VolcanoKara? A couple of days ago @perFICtionist and I were discussing VolcanoKara (she is such a great person to discuss Rikara with)... and I hope she doesn't mind, but this is a snippet my reply to her and it shows how I think the VolcanoKara that began DBO came about:
'VolcanoKara is usually just used as a name for when Omkara's temper explodes (or as I like to say... his third eyes opens), but you've gone into the geography of it.
Yes, lets talk plate tectonics (btw I always hated Geography at school so I'll keep it brief). The Om we saw at the beginning of DBO (post his mother's suicide attempt, and Tej Singh Oberoi's continuous betrayals) had created layer upon layer of defence against hurt. When he was riled up those layers would shift as his anger tried to bubble through - hence VolcanoKara. Not only did he spew lava, but he could cause devastation and destruction with his anger fuelled actions.'
Although I really loved love that we finally got Omkara's POV, I have a big feeling he's about to mess up... and I want him to - so Gauri can give him a fitting reply. So without further ado... here goes. Hope you like it.
Gauri heaved a sigh of relief as she reached Omkara's room having successfully avoided making any noise to disturb the sleeping mansion. She hesitated at the door, not wanting to awaken the artist inside. This past few days staying with Dandi Bhaiyya had been a much needed break from the one-sided cat and mouse game they had been playing. Or rather she had been playing - to Omkara there were no problems to avoid or (ShankarJi forbid) resolve... his determination was in letting things continue in this limbo-like state. As a guest in an overcrowded chawl she had been better able to focus on her English homework than she had in this amply spacious mansion, for there was no fear of exposure hanging over her. Gathering her wits and courage about her, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. She had expected to find the Jattadhari asleep... but when had he ever lived up to her expectations.
Omkara had been prowling the length of his room, having nothing else left to destroy in it. As he was not SSO his phone remained intact - after all, what if the source of his turmoil called? Since he had heard that male voice on the phone casually asking for HIS wife, Omkara had felt as though he was on fire - burning from the inside, out.
'Who was he? Why was he asking for Gauri? Gauri was going somewhere to meet him?'
In his rage a shaking Omkara had forgotten his own words from before this break', when he had advised Gauri to do as she wished, rather than thinking of others.
'There is a wedding going on at home! Gauri is off meeting... She should be here! We need her here! I need her here! Wait till she gets home, I'll -'
Running his hand through his now wild locks the artist turned to the now open door, and faced the reason for his wild jealousy. Relief flooded him at the sight of his wife, but it was quickly overpowered by the flood of red-hot rage that boiled over him. Having lost his already weathered leash on his infamous temper, Omkara spewed it all out.
"Oh, toh aagayi tum? Badi jaldi lauti ho. Abhi toh theen hi din hue hain. Thak gayyi apne aashiq se? Itne mein hi laut aayi? Oh, so you're here? You came back very fast. It's only been three days. Are you tired of your lover? You came back so soon?" The venom in his gaze was the only thing more toxic than the poison that he released from his mouth.
For a second Gauri was confounded... then understanding dawned on her. She opened her mouth to voice her offence at his baseless accusation, but unbelievably a hysterical giggle escaped her instead. This couldn't be happening again. He couldn't be misunderstanding her again. Was this for real? Was he for real? How had this become her life?
Looking at her shaking shoulders Omkara felt the anger drain out of him. Why was she laughing? Did she not see that she had betrayed everything that she claimed to care about, and that he - her husband - knew? How would Gauri face her beloved ShankarJi now? Did she understand the implication of her actions? Where were her tears? Her refusal to accept her sins? Her eventual breakdown and confession? Where was the broken figure who would beg him to forgive her - to give them a second chance? Omkara knew he had driven her to this with his avoidance of their issues, so much so that she had strayed... and for this reason (and her lack of real life experience), he would forgive her... Only... why wasn't she apologising?
"Why are you laughing?" He came towards her suspiciously. "Tum ne nashaa to nahin kiya
na? You're not intoxicated are you?"
Gauri stopped giggling, the hilarity of the situation immediately vanishing. She was done with this.
"Nashe mein toh hosh khote hain... Aaj toh humein hosh aaya hai! Aaj phirse aap humare charitra par sawaal utaa rahein hain! Aaj phirse aap hum par jhoote aur ghande ilzaam laga rahein hain! Aap kabhi nahin badle gain... aap kabhi humein samajh hi nahin payenge! You lose your senses when you are intoxicated... But today I have gained my senses! Today you are once again questioning my character! Today you are again wrongly accusing me of dirty things! You will never change.. you will never be able to understand me!" Shaking her head Gauri forced her way past him.
Omkara almost stood down at her tone, but his fear of becoming Jhanvi in their relationship (triggered by his father's earlier words) forced him to plough on. "Tumhare aashiq ka phone aaya tha. Tumhe bulaa rahaa tha, par meri awaaz sunn kar mukar gaya, bechara. Your lover phoned. He was calling for you, but when he heard my voice he changed his tune, the poor guy."
Gauri understood that Arjun Sir must have called her for the lesson... no wonder he had been acting odd these past two days. Perhaps he felt he had overstepped his place by calling her home. Omkara could think what he wanted about her, but Arjun Sir was her guru and deserved respect. Today she would clear this doubt from her crazy Pati's mind.
"Woh humare aashiq nahin hain JattadhariJi. Woh hamare guru hain. He's not my lover Mr Long Hair. He is my teacher." Gauri said calmly, having lost the will to argue.
"Guru? Teacher?" Omkara raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly has he been teaching you, that Fu-"
Cutting of his obscene language, Gauri pulled out her books from their hiding place on Omkara's dishevelled bed, and said "Engliss... sorry EngliSH. Arjun Sir is teaching me EngliSH thankYOU very much. SHivaay Bhaiyya enrolled me in his class. You can ask him if you like, I don't care. I'm guessing these filthy thoughts started to enter your suspicious mind when I went out without informing you, but control your imagination... I was only attending class. And before your thoughts go that way, it was a mixed class with multiple males and females - nothing scandalous!" Although she maintained her accent, her words were confident and her SHs pronounced accrately, shocking Omkara into silence.
Thrusting her books into his slackened hands, Gauri brushed past him to sleep on his recliner. She had no time to soothe his ego.
Omkara looked at the figure of his sleeping wife. She had her back to him literally... the only question remained was whether she had turned her back on him figuratively too. Had Gauri turned her back on their relationship, before he had even acknowledged it's existence. Here he was about to be the bigger person and forgive her. What a joke! He had taken her for granted for too long... but not anymore. From tomorrow Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi would be formally introduced to Omkara Singh Oberoi - her husband.
"I promise I won't let you down again. I won't doubt you again. You don't need to change for me. I need to change my thinking (expand it) for you. Please don't give up on me, Gauri. I won't be able to bear it.'
Whispering this, Omkara sat down on his sofa for a sleepless night of watching his wife's back.
Ok, not the longest, but written when I'm almost dropping asleep, so forgive any mistakes.
P.S. I purposefully referred to the room and it's contents (other than Gauri's books) as Omkara's because they still have a long way to go. This is just a start.
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