Rikara OS- Haq

It had been two days since this incident, and Gauri had been avoiding him like the plague. Any efforts made by him to initiate a conversation would end with a monosyllable or a glare from her. When he had walked into the room a few hours ago, he had been stumped when he had seen her decked up in the very same lehenga-choli that she had tried to show him the other day. The beauty of the outfit was nothing in comparison to the one wearing it. With a minimal make up, her hair tied up and just a pair of dangler earrings, she looked every bit of an ethereal beauty. As if in a trance, he had walked to her as she stood in front of the mirror, and had merely placed his hands on her shoulders, only to have her walk away in a hurry without even noticing him; at least, pretending not to notice him. When he held her hand and asked her not to be angry with him, she gave him an extremely fake grin and said, "Aap hamari fikar mat kijiye. Aapko toh apna kaam zyada pyara hai na. Ek kaam kijiye. Aap aaj Bhaujai ke godh bharai mein bhi mat aaiye. Yahan baithkar apna kaam kijiye."

Those were the only words she had spoken since the entire evening, and even though he smiled through the entire celebration, he was longing to hear his chiraiyya chirp away like she used to do. Presently, gulping down a drink, he watched as she chattered with her Bhaujai, occasionally patting her swollen belly and even speaking to the unborn child in her own childish tone. A sudden urge rushed through him when he suddenly visualised his chiraiyya as a heavily pregnant woman, while he would talk to his unborn child. A small smile formed on his lips at the thought. The smile dimmed and his expressions turned into a frown when he saw Abhay, one of Shivaay's business colleagues, strike an over-friendly conversation with Gauri. And Gauri being Gauri, spoke to him in her usual animated manner.

"Chulbul bhabhi se kaafi chipak raha hai yeh Abhay..." Omkara heard Rudy say, who was frowning too, as he continued, "Pehle Sumo se bhi chipak raha tha. Phir maine usko apne muscles dikha ke bhaga diya. Aap kaise bhagaoge Abhay ko?" Omkara frowned at that, "Main kaise bhagaunga ka kya matlab? And, in the first place, main usey kyun bhagaaun? I trust Gauri; aur usko kisi se bhi baat karne ki poori azaadi hai..." Omkara said these words knowing his chiraiyya only belonged to him, but all the while keeping an eye on Abhay. Rudra hiccupped as he sipped on his drink, "Arey trust toh main bhi Sumo pe karta hoon. Lekin uss Abhay par mujhe itna sa bhi trust nahi hai..." Rudy said, holding up a pinch.

Just as this conversation was going on, Abhay brought a glass of water for Gauri, and as he handed it over, his finger lightly brushed hers, for which he quickly apologized, and Gauri politely smiled. Omkara's nostrils flared while Rudra frowned, "Dekha? Dekha? Maine kaha tha ke muhje uss Abhay par zara sa bhi bharosa nahi hai. Dekha kaise pani ka glass dene ke bahane Chulbul bhabhi ka haath pakad liya?" Omkara downed another glass of whiskey, "Haath nahi pakda; it's just that their fingers accidentally brushed." Omkara's tone had traces of irritation, and Rudy's commentary only did the work of adding ghee to the fire. Gauri rose from where she was seated and suddenly saw Omkara eyeing her with dangerous expressions. She frowned and he returned the gesture with a deeper frown. "Inko kya ho gaya?" she murmured to herself, "Gussa main hoon inse, aur tadi yeh dikha rahein hain? Bhaujaai sahi kehte hain. Yeh saare Oberoi aadmi ek jaise hi hain. Tadibaaz aur nakhrebaaz!"

"Gauri ji, aap hamare saath dance karengi?" she heard Abhay saying with his hand extended in front of hers. "Haaww..." Rudy said dramatically, irking Omkara, "Ab toh yeh Abhay haath pakadne pe aa gaya. Kitna besharam banda hai. Ladki...I mean... Bhabhi bhaav nahi de rahi toh seedha haath maang liya..." "Shut up, Rudy..." Omkara seethed, "Haath sirf shaadi ke liye maangte hain. Abhay sirf dance ke liye pooch raha hai." Although she longed to dance, she wasn't comfortable dancing with anyone other than her husband, who sat far away, staring at her like he was going to commit a triple-murder. "Nahin Abhay ji, hamara mann nahi hai. Thank you..." Abhay shrugged his shoulders and stepped away.

"Yeh toh Bhabhi ne mana kar diya dance karne se..." Rudy chimed, "Varna Abhay ne full planning ki thi dance karne ki... Dance karte karte kab koi aur chance pe dance maarle, pata nahi..." Omkara only glared at Abhay who grinned at Gauri. Gauri was about to walk away, when she stepped over the edge of her lehenga and slipped, only to be held by her arm by none other than Abhay. Rudra gasped and Omkara's back straightened. "Yeh banda toh gaya... Isko O abhi ek jhaap mein deewar pe sataane wala hai..." Rudy murmured looking at Abhay, as Omkara gulped down a whole glass of whiskey and made his way to his chiraiyya.

By then Shivaay reached a grinning Rudy, and smacked him on his head, "Yeh itne daanth kyun dikha raha hai? Aur main kabse dekh raha hoon ke tu Om ko kisi baat ko leke chaavi de raha hai. Kiss bare mein bhadka raha tha Om ko?" Rudra giggled, "Party bahut boring ho gayi thi, bhaiyya, isliye kuch dhamaka karne ki soch raha tha." Shivaay frowned, "Matlab?" Rudra grinned mischievously, "Matlab kuch nahi. Aap bass dekho..."

Gauri straightened up and as she tried to stand only to feel a sharp pain in her ankle, she shrieked in pain. "Aap thik toh hain?" Abhay said with concern, and before she could reply, a deep voice answered on her behalf, "Woh thik hai..." Gauri looked up to find Omkara glaring at the man in bloody murder. She turned more furious when he did not bother to even ask her if she was alright. Abhay looked at Omkara. Until now, he had only heard of Omkara Singh Oberoi's anger. While Shivaay was known to play mind games and Rudy was known to exhibit his muscle power, Omkara was known to have an extremely rare display of rage. It was also a known fact that the Oberoi men were extremely protective and possessive of their respective women. And with the way Omkara presently glared at Abhay who slowly withdrew his hands away from Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi's arms, he knew better to simply steer clear of Omkara and his wife. In seconds, he managed to disappear into the crowd.

"Shay! Yeh O bhi na... Maine toh socha tha ke kuch maara-maari, kuch dhamaka hoga. Lekin yahan toh Om ke sirf aankh dikhaane se banda gayab ho gaya!" Rudra banged his fist on the table and Shivaay only chuckled.

"Tum thik ho?" Omkara asked in a loving voice, and a tender caress on her arm. Gauri knew that his one gesture would reduce her to a mush. And she did not want that. She wanted him to learn his lesson of giving her his time and to make her his priority too, just like he was hers. And so, she stayed immune to him, "Aapko kyun fikar ho rahi hai?" she said in a dry tone. Omkara frowned, "Mujhe fikar nahi hogi toh kise hogi? Biwi ho tum meri!" Gauri rolled her eyes, "Accha hua ke aapko abhi bhi yaad hai ke hum aapki biwi hain. Warna hamein laga tha ke aap toh humein bhool gaye hain..." She tried to move, but the sprain in her ankle prevented her from doing so. "Omkara saansein lena bhool sakta hai, lekin apni biwi ko nahi..." She felt her heart flutter at his words, and then realised that this is exactly how she forgave him every time. This man had a way with words, and always found his way out through the same. She pulled away from him and attempted to walk away, only to stumble. This time Omkara held her arms and gathered her in his arms. A collective gasp and some adorable awww from the crowd caused Gauri to blush, and then glare at her husband. Without paying attention to her angry stare, he carried her upstairs to their room so he could tend to her sprained foot.

"Tu bada khush lag raha hai?" Shivaay said as he saw Rudra grinning. Rudra wiggled a brow at him, "Aaj O pe mujhe bahut garv mehsoos ho raha hai. Abhi jiss tarah se chulbul bhabhi ko utha ke gaye hain na, uss hisaab se mujhe lagta hai..." Rudra counted on his fingers, "...September end tak toh Chota O aa jayega..." Shivaay laughed as Rudra continued with a naughty wink, "Aaj raat toh Sharam aur Sharmaji ki deewarein toh girengi hi, saath mein poore Oberoi Mansion ki deewarein bhi hil jayengi..." "Chup kar, besharam..." Shivaay said, smacking his little brother's face with a mild slap.

"Neeche utaariye hamein!" Gauri demanded once they were in the bedroom. He did not say a word, but made her lay down on the bed. Grabbing a cushion, he rested her foot on top of it. Pressing carefully on her ankle, he looked up at her in worry when she hissed. "Thank goodness swelling nahi hai..." he muttered loud enough, as he sprayed the pain relief spray and gently massaged her foot. She glared at him while he ignored her angry look. "Badi fikar hai aapko abhi. Do din pehle jab humein aapse baat karni thi, tab toh aapne dhyaan nahi diya. Humein nahi pata tha ke aapka dhyaan kheenchne ke liye hamein khud ko chot pahunchane ki zaroorat padegi..." At that, he gave her a menacing look, "Iss baar keh diya, dobara aisi baat mat karna..." She frowned, "Kyun na karein? Sahi toh keh rahe hain. Woh toh bhala ho Abhay ji ka ke waqt pe humein sambhal liya. Warna pata nahi kya hota. Aur ek aap hain, unhe aise ghoor ke dekha jaise unhone..." her words died when Omkara shot her an angry look. "Uss Abhay ka naam bhi mat lo. Maine dekha ke woh kiss tarah se sab kuch sambhaal raha tha."

Gauri was confused. Abhay seemed like a genuine guy who was being polite to her. Why was Omkara so mad at him? Were they even talking about the same guy? "Lekin Omkara ji, unhone kya kiya?" Omkara huffed, "Kya kar raha tha? Harr ladki se chipak raha tha, pani ka glass dene ke bahane haath pakad raha tha, dance ke bahane chance maar raha tha, aur phir toh hadd hi kar di. Tumne bhaav nahi diya toh seedha haath pakad liya? Aur tum bhi na, ek number ki duffer ho. Tum dekh ke nahi chal sakti thi? Usi waqt girna tha tumhe?" Gauri suppressed a smile when she realised what had made him so mad. She was familiar with the green-eyed monster when she had heard about the number of fan girls that Omkara had. "Haan toh?" She said, deciding to play a bit, "Itne acche aadmi ka shukriya karne ke bajai, aapne unhe bhaga diya. Aur woh toh humein dance karne ke liye bula rahe the. Agar hamare paanv mein moch nahi aati, toh hum unke saath dance bhi karte."

Gauri gasped when she felt Omkara's finger grip her arm and draw her close to him. With her face few centimetres away from his, she felt his breath on her lips as he stressed on each word he spoke, "Tumhare sath dance karne ka, haath pakadne ka haq mera hai; sirf mera hai. Tumhe choone ka, tumhare khoobsoorti ko nihaarne ka, tumhe chookar mehsoos karne ka haq sirf mera hai." Gauri was shocked at his words. "Omkara ji..." she whispered, and he silenced her with his finger on her lip. "Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi, tum sirf mera pyaar nahi, mera ishq, meri ibadat ho. Aur tumhare waqt pe, tumhare khayalon pe sirf mera haq hai..." Gauri felt her eyes turn misty. Never had anyone loved her to an extent as to how much Omkara had proclaimed. His hands held her fingers in his and he kissed her finger tips. Entwining their fingers, he leaned closer to her, and brushed his lips against her cheek. When she blushed, he whispered against her ear, "Iss hayaa pe, iss sharmaane pe sirf mera haq hai..." Caressing her waist, he heard her gasp as his fingers ran across her belly. She did not even realise when he had made her lay down on the bed, and had now settle next to her, almost hovering on top of her. His palm spanned the expanse of the bare skin of her waist, and slowly made its way up her rib cage. Lowering his head, he brushed his cheek against her neck, and heard her purr with an aching need when his fingers ran over her breast. As his hands gripped the swell of her bosom, she heard him whisper, "Tumhare jism pe, tumhare rooh pe sirf mera haq hai..." Kissing the corner of her mouth, he said as her body arched against his hand that wreaked havoc over her senses, "...Aur tum pe mera utna hi haq hai, jitna mujh pe tumhara... sirf tumhara..."

Gauri, who had forgotten her anger long back and was currently swimming in a strong current of emotions and sensations, opened her eyes and looked into his, at the words he just said. And as she stared in his eyes that reflected love and only love laced with possessiveness, she gently undid his shirt buttons and peeled the garment off his body. Her dupatta was thrown off long back, and as she unbuckled his pants, she felt him loosening her lehenga as well. Her hands shivered as she shyly and nervously ran her hand over the length of his arousal, and just then he whispered, "Tumhara haq banta hai..." Without any other words spoken, he asked her to, and she rightfully expressed their haq over each other.

That night turned out to be the most memorable night for the two lovebirds. Not only were they able to express love for each other, but also were able to understand how vital they were for each other's existence. And about the way they expressed their haq over each other, well, Rudy was quite accurate about the chota O coming into the world in the last days of September.