So I had a very hard time with this chap..firstly because I wasn't sure about what I decided to write in the chap and secondly because I am kinda sick rn 🤢 Honestly I would say I am not at all happy with how this chapter came out..its so different from the original plan and maybe a little sucky...anyways fingers crossed! Happy reading CHAPTER 5 When the door bell rang at mid night Gauri almost jumped from the sofa and ran to the door.
It had been the whole day and there were no clues of either Om or Rudy. They were not even picking up their phones. Though Jhanvi had told her to not worry and go to bed as it was nothing new for her sons to come back home late but it was Gauri's heart that kept telling her that something was not right.
Gauri opened the door and gasped.
Rudy, with a black eye, possible broken jaw and blood on his peach shirt was standing with support of nearby wall.
"Oh my god! What the hell happened to you?"
Gauri immediately grabbed Rudy arm, losses her grip a little when he hissed and dragged him inside.
"What is all this Rudy? H-How did you get hurt?"
She made him sit. It seems as if it was hurting him even to breath. And with each of his painful moan Gauri could help but flinch herself as if the pain was inflicted upon her.
She had never seen Rudy with so much blood and injuries and now looking him in this his state was making her loose her mind. She almost couldn't think clearly.
Should she call Jhanvi? Or Om? Or even a doctor? But what would she tell to Jhanvi? And it was almost past midnight, everyone was asleep. Should she wake everyone up?
"G-Gauri can you please bring a first aid box? I think I have a cut on my arm," Rudra replied with pain.
"O-Ok!"
She immediately found the first aid box and clean Rudra's wind then tied bandages. There were so man bloody cottons lying on the floor making Gauri wanna puke.
"Rudra please tell me what happened?" She asked while carefully applying ointment to one of the wounds.
"N-Nothing," Rudra lied.
"Then why are hurt so much?"
Rudra had sealed his lips.
"Rudra why are you quite? Please tell me what happened?" Gauri begged.
Rudra closed his eyes and sighed before taking one of Gauri's hands in his and caress it gently with his thumb.
"Gauri.."
Gauri looked at him with her big brown confused eyes.
"I am sorry..I am sorry that I couldn't stop it,"
Gauri knew what Rudra was taking about.
"Rudra-"
"-no Gauri please let me talk. I am sorry but I promise- I promise that I will put end to it. I'll take you away from all this Gauri..i swear it on my life," Rudra bought Gauri's hand to his bruised lips and kissed them lightly, leaving traces of his blood over her fair skin.
Gauri wriggled her hand out.
"Rudra..why didn't you ever tell me about Om?"
Rudra's face turned a ghostly shade of pale..almost like ashes.
"Why did you never tell me that Om is your step brother?"
"I though it was not important talking about the person who hates your very presence," Rudra spoke recalling the event of not so long ago, gritting his teeth.
"How can you say that Rudra? What if Om don't hate you? What if he is just confused. He has been through so much since his childhood-"
"Are you really defending him Gauri? After all he did to you?"
"I am not defending any one Rudra. I am just stating that you might be thinking all wrong-"
"Gauri please, I really don't want to talk about my brother now." Rudra stated in a straight voice, careful enough to not sound too rude. Rudra could never be rude to Gauri.
"Rudra I am just saying maybe-"
"Gauri, you don't know anything about bhai. So please don't act like you do," Rudra said before he removed Gauri's hand mending his wound, picked up the first aid box and walked out of the room.
Gauri still felt stung by Rudra's words. Why did he say she don't know anything about Om? Was he referring to Om's past? Or was there something more?
***
After telling one of the servants to clean off all the blood and cottons buds and also not to tell it any other ember of the family Gauri retired to her room.
She took out her phone with the though of calling Om. It was past mid night and now Gauri was really tensed for him. But then the soft sound of his ringtone came for her own room Gauri quickly got in.
Was Om already home? Then why didn't he tell her?
Her room was pith dark, almost as if light never existed their. She fumbled a little before finding switch board on the wall and turned on the light.
The next sight mad Gauri drop her phone to the floor with shattering sound.
The whole room was a mess. Almost as if a tornado had struck it seconds ago- the pillows, torn and scattered across the room, vases broken into million pieces on the floor, paintings on the wall town and the vanity mirror broken. And in the middle of all chaos was sitting Omkara, silent as sea before a storm.
"So you are finally here," he spoke, his head lowered down so that Gauri could not see it.
"O-Om." Gauri's lips trembled.
For the very first time she was almost scared to ho near him. Though she knew he would never hurt her but she could feel terrifying and almost Deadly about him.
"So tell me Gauri, did you enjoy your little fun time with my brother?"
This time Om rose his head up and look at Gauri, his face so expressionless. As if all the emotions had just been scrapped out of him and now he was all empty.
It was then Gauri noticed his face. Bruised and decorated with below lower lips and one just below left eye. They were swollen and has turned the shade of maroon dancing with purple, something that happens when woulda are left untreated.
"Om what happened-"
Om held up his palm up to her.
"You proved me Gauri. You proved me that it's not anyone's mistake. It's all mine. All these years I was blaming others for treating me like shit but now I realise, maybe I am just unlovable," Omkara ran his hand through his long hair. His eyes, under the dim light of the lava lamp in their room looked completely empty, devoid of any emotion known to human. He seemed as if he was sick of everything and now nothing's mattered to him anymore.
But Gauri knew better. She knows he was breaking from inside. Breaking into a million pieces. And for the first time Gauri saw, not the stubborn and arrogant Omkara singh oberoi but the little broken boy who resided deep into his skin.
"Everybody end up hating me eventually. Now matter how hard I try to keep them with me, they just end up leaving me. And now you too," he sighed.
Gauri didn't dare to ride her gaze up from the carpet and meet his gaze. She was too scared the hopelessness in them.
"You are right Gauri, to hate me. I deserve your hatred. All I have ever given you are tears, nothing else. A-and I deserved to be punished for it," he announced in voice dark enough to give any one shivers.
Gauri quickly wakes up to him, her eyes widen, "what are you saying Om?"
"I must pay for every tear you shed because of me Gauri," he muttered before walking up to the mirror and punching hard on it shattering it into pieces and also injuring his hand badly. Blood trickled down his hand but it didn't seemed to affect him.
"Om no please!" Gauri cried.
But it was as if he had become deaf to her yelps. He limped towards the bed and kicked it hard with his injured leg, moaning loudly with pain.
"Om stop it please!"
He punched the wall beside the bed, leaving behind the stains of his blood.
"Om for god's sake stop! I beg you! Please stop hurting yourself!"
He was kicking the dressing table, hardly being able to stand when Gauri decided she had enough of the madness and ran to him. She grabbed his hand but without thinking Om jerked her away making her leg collide with a chair lying upside down, making Gauri groan with pain.
Om immediately realised what he did rushed to Gauri.
"Oh shit! What did I do! I am so sorry Gauri," he apologised as checked her ankle which he was holding. There was a small cut over their.
"I-its ok Om,"
"No Gauri, it's not ok! Look what have I done. I can never do anything good," Omkara grumbled as he stamped his foot harshly on the floor and gritted his teeth.
He picked up Gauri in his arms and made her sit on the recliner then bought the first kit. After dipping cotton in antiseptic he was about to rub it over Gauri's wound when Gauri took his from his hand.
"You need it more than me,"
Om opened his mouth to argue but Gauri held her plan up to him and said stiffly, "now please don't say anything. You have already said enough,"
She cleaned off his wounds, applied ointment and tied bandages, everything with out saying a words, whilst Om just kept staring at her with a little smile over his lips.
"You know you are the first person who is applying badges to my wounds after ages? I mean besides my doctor of course,"
Gauri just looked at him expressionlessly.
"Uh..it's done."
She began to stand up when he pulled her back on the recliner and laid his head on her lap.
"Stay please,"
It was the last thing she remembered before going to sleep.
***
The next morning when Gauri woke up she was on the bed, alone. And her ankle, bandaged. On the side table in a tray was orange juice and French toast and also a neatly folded piece of paper. Gauri picked it up and unfolded it. It was a letter.
Julia told me that you didn't have food yesterday and also that you had headache because of it. If you are not eating anything because of me then please don't do it. Don't hurt yourself because of me. I have made you some breakfast and I'll be glad if you have it.
Moreover I was not sure if you would want to even look at my face for what I did yesterday so I'll be staying at my studio today.
-Omkara***
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