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Holla guys! So I've written a new os which is an effort to show a glimpse of day into married Rikara's life which btw the showmakers have still not shown so here you go!
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Gauri looked at the room in shock. Various brushes and easels were lying across the room. A huge canvas stood in middle of the room boasting a beautiful painting of her. A big red spot on the bedsheet was still wet. Smudges at the end showed that someone had tried to clean it with wet cloth.
Just then Omkara came hugging her from behind. Such small intimacies were normal between them now.
'Kaisa laga' he whispered in her ear but Gauri was far too angry to focus on their closeness.
'Bhaut bura.' She growled
'What?' Omkara asked shocked breaking their hug and turning her so that they were face to face.
'Achi ni lagi tumhe painting?' He asked sadly
'Painting ko chodhiye aap. Ye room ka kya haal banake rakha hai aapne?' She asked angrily
'Oh room, wo toh thoda ganda hogaya I know par tum painting dekho na kitni achi lagri hu tum.' He said happily circling his arms around her waist.
'Nahi' she said shrugging his hands off. He looked at her surprised. She never behaved this way before.
'Omkaraji hum abhi poora room theek karke gaye the aur aapne fir phaila diya.'
'Par Gauri mai painting bana raha tha toh zahir si baat hai thoda bhaut toh phailta he kamra.' He justified
'Toh kisne kaha the yahan banane ke lie. Itna bada estudio hai aapka banalete usme.' She shouted
'Ab ye kya baat hui bhala. Ek toh maine tumhari tasveer banai aur tum ho ki...'
'Toh kaa kare is tasveer ka. Ee Gauri toh tasveer se nikal ke safaai karegi nahi. Uu toh hume he karni padegi na.' She said angrily
'Fine. Tumhe room ki he padi haina toh mai kardunga saaf.' He said hurt
'Rehne dijiye aapse nahi hoga. Hum kardenge baad meh.' She said dismissively then throwing one more angry glance his way stormed out.
Omkara sighed pressing his fingers to his forehead. He hated fighting with her specially for something so inconsequential. Looking around the room he started cleaning it. He deposited all his brushes into the box and took out the canvas from it's stand keeping it in the storeroom inside. He ripped off the bedsheet from it's place and swore under his breath as he saw that one of the mattresses had soaked some of the red paint.
Sighing he took out his phone and told khanna to get a set of new mattress for his room asap.
Then after he had reset the whole room including the bed he shouted for Gauri who came bustling in the room. She froze seeing the newly cleaned room and Omkara flashed her a winning smiling quite proud of his work.
His smile slipped as he saw tears well up in her eyes. As he tried to say something she just ran out of the room leaving him more confused then ever.
He strolled outside to find his wife and he saw her sobbing to herself sitting crosslegged by the poolside. He went and sat beside her taking her hand in his.
'Kya hua?' He asked calmly rubbing her arm with his hand as she leaned into him keeping her head on her shoulders.
'I shouted on you.' She said complaining like a small kid 'and I did not even look at the painting and I hurt you.' Her sobs increased as did the list.
'And I'm your husband so it's ok.' He said amused.
'No it's not.' She said arguing
'I should not have spoiled the room.' He said defending her
'It was not more important than your painting.'
'Yes but since I know it's your mood swings it's ok.'
'Why are you being so nice?' She said irritated
'Because you're pregnant and you're going to give me a little princess very soon and when she grows up we would team up against you and then you won't be able to scold me for anything.' He said teasing her
'Oh hello I'll scold you just the same even then.' She said huffing even as a small smile started to creep up.
'Acha? dekhte hain.' He said bumping shoulders with her.
'Waise bhi aapki galti thi.' She said pouting
He chuckled seeing her change of mind.
'Waise painting kaisi thi?' He asked
'Bhaut sundar. Humari painting humse zyada sundar kaise bana dete hai aap.' She asked for the umpteenth time.
'Meri nazro se dekhogi toh tum abhi bhi zyada khoobsurat ho.' He said caressing her cheek for the umpteenth time!
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I know it did not turn as good as I would have liked it to but I just wanted to increase the number of ff's on Rikara in this forum as I know every Rikara fan's mood is already off. Don't forget to like and comment!
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Gauri looked at the room in shock. Various brushes and easels were lying across the room. A huge canvas stood in middle of the room boasting a beautiful painting of her. A big red spot on the bedsheet was still wet. Smudges at the end showed that someone had tried to clean it with wet cloth.
Just then Omkara came hugging her from behind. Such small intimacies were normal between them now.
'Kaisa laga' he whispered in her ear but Gauri was far too angry to focus on their closeness.
'Bhaut bura.' She growled
'What?' Omkara asked shocked breaking their hug and turning her so that they were face to face.
'Achi ni lagi tumhe painting?' He asked sadly
'Painting ko chodhiye aap. Ye room ka kya haal banake rakha hai aapne?' She asked angrily
'Oh room, wo toh thoda ganda hogaya I know par tum painting dekho na kitni achi lagri hu tum.' He said happily circling his arms around her waist.
'Nahi' she said shrugging his hands off. He looked at her surprised. She never behaved this way before.
'Omkaraji hum abhi poora room theek karke gaye the aur aapne fir phaila diya.'
'Par Gauri mai painting bana raha tha toh zahir si baat hai thoda bhaut toh phailta he kamra.' He justified
'Toh kisne kaha the yahan banane ke lie. Itna bada estudio hai aapka banalete usme.' She shouted
'Ab ye kya baat hui bhala. Ek toh maine tumhari tasveer banai aur tum ho ki...'
'Toh kaa kare is tasveer ka. Ee Gauri toh tasveer se nikal ke safaai karegi nahi. Uu toh hume he karni padegi na.' She said angrily
'Fine. Tumhe room ki he padi haina toh mai kardunga saaf.' He said hurt
'Rehne dijiye aapse nahi hoga. Hum kardenge baad meh.' She said dismissively then throwing one more angry glance his way stormed out.
Omkara sighed pressing his fingers to his forehead. He hated fighting with her specially for something so inconsequential. Looking around the room he started cleaning it. He deposited all his brushes into the box and took out the canvas from it's stand keeping it in the storeroom inside. He ripped off the bedsheet from it's place and swore under his breath as he saw that one of the mattresses had soaked some of the red paint.
Sighing he took out his phone and told khanna to get a set of new mattress for his room asap.
Then after he had reset the whole room including the bed he shouted for Gauri who came bustling in the room. She froze seeing the newly cleaned room and Omkara flashed her a winning smiling quite proud of his work.
His smile slipped as he saw tears well up in her eyes. As he tried to say something she just ran out of the room leaving him more confused then ever.
He strolled outside to find his wife and he saw her sobbing to herself sitting crosslegged by the poolside. He went and sat beside her taking her hand in his.
'Kya hua?' He asked calmly rubbing her arm with his hand as she leaned into him keeping her head on her shoulders.
'I shouted on you.' She said complaining like a small kid 'and I did not even look at the painting and I hurt you.' Her sobs increased as did the list.
'And I'm your husband so it's ok.' He said amused.
'No it's not.' She said arguing
'I should not have spoiled the room.' He said defending her
'It was not more important than your painting.'
'Yes but since I know it's your mood swings it's ok.'
'Why are you being so nice?' She said irritated
'Because you're pregnant and you're going to give me a little princess very soon and when she grows up we would team up against you and then you won't be able to scold me for anything.' He said teasing her
'Oh hello I'll scold you just the same even then.' She said huffing even as a small smile started to creep up.
'Acha? dekhte hain.' He said bumping shoulders with her.
'Waise bhi aapki galti thi.' She said pouting
He chuckled seeing her change of mind.
'Waise painting kaisi thi?' He asked
'Bhaut sundar. Humari painting humse zyada sundar kaise bana dete hai aap.' She asked for the umpteenth time.
'Meri nazro se dekhogi toh tum abhi bhi zyada khoobsurat ho.' He said caressing her cheek for the umpteenth time!
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I know it did not turn as good as I would have liked it to but I just wanted to increase the number of ff's on Rikara in this forum as I know every Rikara fan's mood is already off. Don't forget to like and comment!
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