Rikara TS: The Temptress

It all began when Omkara frowned at the way Gauri dressed up in that strapless jumpsuit, just to prove to some random choreographers that she, along with her older and younger sisters-in-law, did not belong to the category of being labelled as aunties. Although Omkara hadn't said a word to her, the displeasure and annoyance was clearly etched on his face. It had taken a lot of consolation from Rudy's friend Chubby and four fruit punches including one weirdly-tasting one, for Gauri to go to Omkara and seek pardon. Somehow, the walk from the pool area to the bedroom had caused her to feel something akin to being extremely drunk, which she wasn't because she had clearly drank a non-alcoholic drink. Poor Gauri would never know how one of her glasses got interchanged with Chubby's, which was spiked with some aphrodisiac by one of those choreographers! And it so happened that, instead of walking up to Omkara in an apologetic and guilty manner, Gauri unintentionally did something that Omkara would never forget for the rest of his life.

"Omkara... Singh... Oberoi..." she called out in a slow, seductive tone, as she pushed their bedroom door open. Omkara was standing there, by the window, with his brothers, discussing about how to talk to their respective spouses about what happened in the evening without offending them. Omkara looked at Gauri, who was completely flushed, hot and bothered, and ShivRu had to blink twice to make sure they weren't imagining the pinkish hue on her face as well. "We should leave..." Shivaay said aloud and Ru agreed too quickly. "Goodnight Gauri..." "Goodnight Chulbul Bhabhi..." they said, and walked out with their gaze on the floor, while Gauri had eyes only for her husband, who looked extremely sexy and worthy of devouring, at the moment.

Omkara's brows furrowed when he saw her closing and locking the door behind her. Biting her lower lip, she eyed him from head to toe like he was the juiciest piece of steak. Taking slow steps towards him, she gave him a heart-stopping grin; something that would've usually made him pull her into his arms if he didn't have to talk something so important to her.

"Gauri, mujhe tumse baat karni hai..." he said in a tone that meant serious business, but then fell silent when he saw tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and her face turning into a shade of pink with every passing second. "Are you alright?" he said, forgetting every other concern in the world, and placed his hand on her forehead, checking if she had a fever, and wiping away that thin film of sweat on her forehead as well.

"Aap ke hote hue, humein kya ho sakta hai?" she said, in that same husky tone, this time bunching his collar in her fists and pulling him closer to her. "errm... Gau... Gauri?" he said in an unsure tone, moving his head away as she kept inching closer to him, while he tried to loosen her hold over the material of his shirt. "Kya kar rahi ho?" he said in a soft whisper, when she pressed her body against his, locking her hands behind his neck. She smirked at him, and he couldn't help but notice how inviting her devil-red lips looked right now. "Ab aapko yeh bhi batana padega ke hum kya kar rahe hain?" she said in a breathless tone, running the nail of her index finger on his chest through the fabric.

Omkara held her wrists and stepped away from her with a frown, "Tumne sharaab piya?" She shook her head in a no, "Bilkul nahi... Shankar ji ki qasam!" He frowned again; it was true, since he didn't smell any alcohol on her breath. "Humne toh sirf thoda sa sherbet piya, jo Chubby bhaiyya ne banaya..." Omkara raised his brows in surprise, when he recalled the party they once had, long ago, that involved a lot of fruit punch organised by Rudy and Chubby. Did he spike her drink? But why would he do such a thing? It didn't make sense!

"Chaliye..." she leaned closer to him and tugging at the helm of the material, she said, "Apna shirt utaariye..." She did not even wait for his reaction and began to undo the first button of his shirt. "Gauri... No..." he said, with his eyes wide open at her bold action, holding her wrists firmly in his hand. She frowned for a moment, and then grinned at him. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion; what was she up to? She, unexpectedly, pressed both her hands against his chest and pushed him back, where his calves bumped against the edge of the bed and he sat on it. She was quick enough to scramble on to his lap, and sit facing him. "Kitne din aur kitni raatein beeth gaye, aapko hamare itne kareeb aa ke?" Untying her hair from that ponytail, she moved her hair to one side of her shoulder and said, "Kitni pyaas se hum tadap rahe the, aapko pata bhi hai?" Running her fingers on his stubble, she bit her lower lip seductively, as she brushed her thumb against his lip. "Omkara ji..." she whispered in a serious tone, cupping his face, causing him to be unsure about how he ought to react, "Chaliye, aaj hum aapko jannat leke jaate hain...!" and placing her hand on his chest, she pushed him down, slowly, so that his back was flat on the bed.

She ran her fingers through his hair, and within a second, he felt like he was in paradise. "Aapke baal..." she said, and bent closer, "I've always wanted to twist my hands in them when you would made some mad love to me..." Omkara closed his eyes to get rid of certain hot images, of her sweaty naked body writhing beneath his, that were beginning to fill up his brain. She ran her fingers on his cheek to make him look at her, and inched closer to inhale his masculine scent. "Your fragrance is like the first rain that quenches the thirst of the earth..." She ran her hands on his chest, relishing the feel of his hard body through his shirt, "Aapko andaaza bhi nahi hai, Omkara Singh Oberoi, ke mere dimaag mein iss waqt kaise kaise besharam se khayal aa rahe hain..." Omkara stared at this firecracker that was straddling him, ogling at her from below her neck to above her hips. For a minute, he almost contemplated on tearing apart that flimsy scrap of a material and learning the hidden curves of her body. Unconsciously, Omkara's hands which were rested above her knees that were on the either side of his waist, began to slowly caress her thighs. She stared at him, and licked her lips, causing him to almost come undone.

Then suddenly, she made a declaration, causing him to divert his mind of certain extremely lascivious thoughts. "Hamari shaadi ko ek saal ho gaya!" she said, proudly raising her index finger with a smile, and causing him to come back to his senses. Then she frowned and pouted when she bent forward and placed her hands on the either side of his head on the bed, "Aur aapne humein abhi tak kiss bhi nahi kiya?" Omkara's eyes almost came out of its sockets, "Kya?" He didn't even have the slightest idea about his shy chiraiyya being so bold. Gauri bent down, and whispered, "Kya "kya" bol rahe hain? "Kiss" ke bare mein baat kar rahi hoon... Chummmaaa... Jaise unn angrezi picture mein hota hai na, waise wali..."

She blew a loud kiss at him and then started singing out loud, "Jumme ki raat hai, chumme ki baat hai, Allah bachaye tujhe mere waar se...", only for his eyes to grow wider as she winked at him. She was about to lean closer to him, when he held her by her waist and flipped her around, so she was beneath him. Her lips formed a perfect O, and then she smirked at him, as she quickly flicked open yet another button of his shirt. Cupping his face, she tried to pull him closer, but he shook his head. "Gauri, tum hosh mein nahi ho..." But she hardly heard him. Instead, she placed her hand under his shirt on his bare chest, and breathed harder as she felt his warm skin against her palm.

Omkara felt his body heating up. If she didn't appear so intoxicated, he wouldn't have been such a gentleman right now. He was trying his level best to not give into the urgent, aching need that his petite wife was tempting him with, right now. Her hand wandering on the bare skin of his chest made him want to return the favour to her. How he'd have loved to rip that flimsy strapless top, and run his fingers on her sinful curves, that were made to kill him figuratively! But, he could not take advantage of her drunken stupor. Yes, she was his wife, and at the moment, she was more than a willing participant. However, he was certain that he wouldn't be able to stop and control himself with mere heavy petting. And he would certainly want her to be in her senses when they made love for the very first time. And so, he did what he ought to do.

Omkara held her wrist again, this time glaring at her, and she curled her lips in a silent plea. "No Gauri, stop it..." he said in a firm tone, and in a croaky voice, she crooned, "Na jaao saiyyan, chudaake baiyyan... kasam tumhari, main ro padungi..." Omkara shook his head, and stood away from the bed. "Dekho Gauri, tum..." "Omkara... Singh... Oberoi..." she said in a soft, yet commanding tone, "I. Want. You. Now." Omkara gulped when he saw the fire in her eyes, and took a step back as she walked towards him. "Gauri, mujhe pata nahi ke tumhe achanak kya ho gaya hai, lekin mujhe lagta hai ke iss waqt agar hum dono thoda sa door rahe, toh behtar hoga..." Omkara did not trust his control, especially given how turned on he was to witness this dominating side of his wife. But again, he knew she would be embarrassed tomorrow morning if something was to happen between them tonight.

With a strong resolve in mind, he turned around to leave the room, when he heard her sniff and sob. Turning around, he saw tears welling up in her eyes. "Aap ab humse pyaar nahi karte na? Aapko ab hum acche nahi lagte na? Hum aapko pasand hi nahi hain?" she said, with her lips curled. Omkara's heart literally ached to see her reduced to tears because of him. Closing the distance between them in three quick strides, he enveloped her in his arms and pulled her close to him. "Aisa nahi hai, jaan..." She smiled through her tears listening to the sweet endearment he had used to address her, for the very first time. He gave her a soft, loving smile, and wiped her tears with the edge of his sleeve. "Main tumse, khud se zyada, pyaar karta hoon, Gauri. Omkara ka dil sirf uski Gauri ke liye dhadaktha hai; Omkara ki harr saans uski Gauri, uski chiraiyya ke naam hai..."

At this, she stood on her toes and pressed her lips against his. "I love you..." she said in an extremely seductive tone, and cupped his face. What began as a simple brush of her lips quickly escalated to a battle of their tongues. While he suckled on her lower lip, she gloriously tasted his mouth. It was only when she felt his hand cup her breast through the thin material did she gasp and moan out his name, "Om!" this shortened version of his name heightened his desire.

Lost in the moment, he decided to throw all of his mannerisms into the bin and carried her on his shoulder, like a caveman would. Dumping her on the bed, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it away. Gauri watched in fascination and awe as the shirt flew across the bed, and then her jaw dropped when she saw how perfectly chiselled her husband was. It was practically a sin to cover up that tempting body! All of his shirts needed to be banned and burned, at least within the four walls of their bedroom, she said, and when he smirked, she realised she said it out loud. Leaning down on the bed, and hovering above her, he bent his head to kiss her. While she immediately responded with a vigorous passion, in the very next moment, he slowly felt her go limp and irresponsive.

Swallowing hard, and still fighting for some breath, he looked down to see his gorgeous and temptress of a wife passed out. Furrowing his brows, he waved his hand in front of her closed eyes, and even gently tapped face her twice to wake her up. She was already asleep like a log, after making him all hot and hard for her. Taking a moment, he slowly smiled and then giggled to himself, "Pagal chiraiyya..." he said, ruffling her hair when she grabbed his arm close to her like a small child, and slipped into deep slumber. Enveloping her in his arms, he drew her closer so she was lying on top of him, with her head against his chest. Brushing a thumb against her cheek, he whispered, "She's crazy, but she's mine... only mine..." With a kiss on her forehead, he smirked to himself thinking about all the possible means of teasing her the next morning, imagining her adorable expressions of shyness and disbelief. And along with this thought, Omkara Singh Oberoi also made a special note of talking to Chubby as well, and keeping a stash of that certain aphrodisiac for himself, for all future purposes, in order to spice up things in their bedroom.

***