Rikara Closure:OS series- OS 6 part 1 updated Pg 14-05/12/2017 - Page 4

Poor omkara

Dancing with piya has thrown him in Such a deep shit

Poor him

Loved it

A/N- Ok I wasn't very happy with the kitchen scene where Gauri told Om that she didn't want to know about his past. It seemed to me to be a scene with such potential. This is therefore my feeble attempt at what I think should have happened.I also started watching Omkara with DBO and have never watched Ishqbaaz before it, so I only have a general idea about Riddhima and Ishana. Hence fair warning-my characterisations of them may be flawed.Oh and this takes place in Rikara's bedroom.😆

"Gauri, can I talk to you for a second?"

Omkara hesitantly stopped his wife from leaving their shared bedroom. He had something to say that couldn't wait.

He watched nervously as her eyes widened in concern, unable to stop his fingers from beating out a staccato rhythm on the side of his slacks. Would she understand? He knew his Gauri loved him but there were something's he feared his wife's conservative mind wouldn't be able to accept. The memory of the look she had given him when he had admitted to the possibility of being Pari's father still made him wince.

"What is it Omkaraji?"

He gulped. Knowing that he needed to say this wasn't making this any easier.

"Woh- yesterday when we were talking about Bhabhi and Shivaay, Riddhima's name was mentioned and well...I don't know how much you know Gauri ... but I wanted to make sure that there are no secrets between us . So today, right now, I am going to answer every single one of your questions about my past. I want you to know that you can ask me anything you like and I'll-I'll try to give you the answers you deserve."

Om took a deep breath. Anxiety had caused his words to run together without any form of interspersing punctuation and he could only hope that she had managed to understand his babble.

For a moment there was silence. Om wandered over to the bed and seated himself. He had a feeling that the ensuing conversation would be better off conducted in a sitting position.

"Did you love her?"

He started. That hadn't been the question he had expected to hear first.

"Who? Riddhima?"

Gauri nodded, her face unusually sombre. "That is the name of your ex-girlfriend, isn't it?" she asked, her voice only slightly tinged with sarcasm.

Om winced. Obviously she had been asking about Riddhima. It was just that for a moment, the word 'love' had conjured up images of a different woman, a woman with a pale, innocent face who had evidently found fooling him to be as easy a job as stealing candy from a baby.

Some of his feelings must have found their way on to his face for suddenly, Gauri was sitting beside him and both of her hands had come up to cradle his face.

"It's all right", he murmured with a reassuring smile in an effort to erase the distress on her face. "None of that matters anymore."

"Omkaraji, let us not talk abou-"

"No". He cut her off. This was the one thing they definitely needed to talk about. No more secrets.

"I thought I did", he said, causing her to look up at him, startled. "Riddhima. I certainly cared for her. And at the time I thought I loved her. But... " His voice trailed off as he thought back to their ugly break up, the screaming, the realization that she only cared for his surname...his mouth twisted bitterly at the memories.

"But?"

Gauri's voice was soft and unutterably gentle but for some reason it made him feel stronger than ever.

"But she loved Omkara Singh Oberoi not Omkara ", he replied with a wavering smile, unconsciously extending his hand in a wordless gesture towards her which she immediately answered by enveloping it in her own two smaller ones.

"What was she like?" she asked after a short silence.

Om thought for a moment. Riddhima belonged to his past and while in calendar time it hadn't been that long ago, it felt like a lifetime ago. What had she been like?

"Beautiful", he said slowly, frowning as he tried to conjure up her image in his mind. Memories of Riddhima were now blurred, like a photograph that was being looked at after many years-all fuzzy edges and indistinct form. "She was beautiful", he continued, "Talented. Accomplished."

"Nothing like me then."

He turned to look at her. The words had been said without the slightest hint of emotion but he didn't need the eyes that were stubbornly avoiding his to convey the hurt behind that statement. He had already felt and heard it in a thousand different ways.

"No", he replied, his words ringing in the silent room. "She was nothing like you".

The pallor of Gauri's face became even more prominent. He watched silently as she turned her face slightly in an attempt to block his view of it, although her grip on his hand did not loosen.

"She didn't possess a tenth of your goodness or your soul".

For a few minutes, his words hung in the air. He did nothing to break the silence. Apart from a small squeeze to his hand, she gave no indication of having heard him say the words. He however had his reward in watching the colour come back to her face and the sparkle to her eyes.

"What about her'?" she asked hesitantly.

" Her'?"

She gave him a brief smile. "The one you could have loved."

Ishana. He grimaced. Talking about her still hurt.

"She didn't love me either", he replied grimly. "What she wanted was my money .Money to take care of her family."

She was silent again. This time it was a different silence. Less...less compassionate and more contemplative. He could almost feel her thinking.

"I am sorry", she whispered finally. A statement which only deepened the bitter lines around his mouth and chin.

"You needn't be", he huffed, tired of the sympathy. "After all why should I blame them for trying to exploit the most valuable element of Omkara Singh Oberoi -his surname Oberoi." That was what he was, wasn't it? The Oberoi scion whose talent was recognized only because he had a famous surname and a fat inheritance.

"Omkara's lamp is visible only because it shines in the Oberoi parivaar", he remarked bitterly.

Gauri regarded him silently, her face giving away nothing. "Perhaps", she said finally. "But for Gauri Kumari Sharma, Omkara's lamp is the light that illuminates the entire Oberoi parivaar."

It was his turn to stare.

Chuckling at the stunned look on his face, Gauri leaned forward to bury her face in his kurta, a deep sigh leaving her as she felt his arms coming up to encircle her.

"And she wishes nothing more from her Shankarji than to walk her whole life in Omkara's light's shadow", she finished, smoothing the rough fabric of his kurta with her hand.

For a few moments the room was filled with blissful silence.

"Gauri", he spoke at last, his voice unusually hoarse.

"Ji?

"I love you"

Thank you! :)

Weeell I'll probably make jealous Omkara in a club my last OS of this series. As for the Piya track-😡

Thank you 😃

I'll probably write jealous Omkara in a club as my last OS of this series