hello folks,
I am only updating because I love writing and I had written this chapter already. But I am not getting enough motivation because of very few likes and comments, and so I will stop updating all my stories for a while and watch how it goes.
I hope you will understand, we devote our time and spend effort in weaving stories and bringing characters to life - but if we see not many people are interested, what's the point?
That's why I am stopping with all my stories. This is the last update - unless something changes.
Thanks for reading and to those who like and comment. Here it goes.
Drabble 3 : It's a matter of style...
Gauri woke up, looked at her bedside table and screamed, "Eeeks. I am late! Why didn't the bloody alarm go off? Gauri was used to swearing a lot, what with growing up in the Mumbai underworld, most of her friends being boys and that too criminals when she was little and learning to speak, and later in police training ...
In anger, she threw the alarm clock from the bedside table; it fell to the floor and broke.
"Oh no, bloody hell, now I will have to buy a new one, and I am so broke, with all this moving from one town to another and all, all because of that damn OSO. I hate him. Gauri mumbled to herself.
"But right now, I better get ready else, that OSO, Mr. Aristocrat is going to kill me. God knows what all he is going to tell me. Oh Shankarji, why are you doing this to me? First you uproot me from my perfect life, bringing me to this grime and on top of that I have to see that OSO every day.
EEE! Gauri was also used to talking to herself quite a lot. She threw her hands about in frustration.
Gauri had done her internet research on OSO by now, of royal lineage, stinky rich , a bit of a snob, sticky with discipline, and the most eligible bachelor in the neighbourhood - every reason to hate him.
She quickly took a shower, threw whatever came to hand first thing on her body, assembled her hair in a messy bun and walked out the door. Her hair still disheveled.
Omkara was pacing up and down in his office at the station. If Gauri had researched him on the internet, he was not far behind; he had read her file from top to bottom twice. He looked pristine in his three piece suit and shiny shoes. His long hair was carefully collected in a half-pony behind his head. He kept looking at his watch. Just five minutes ago, Shivaay had sent him a file for his (no their new case). Omkara was eager to get started, a body had been found in the nala (drain) early morning, it was a clear case of homicide.
"Gosh, I have to wait for Miss. Punctuality now, don't I? That's why I don't like working with people; they just can't be on time. Omkara was trying to control his temper, talking to himself when he heard a knock.
"Come in. Omkara answered and lifted his head off the file to watch a very untidy Gauri walk in. She was wearing a pinafore jumpsuit (military colour) with a white shirt and white sneakers. Her hair was held in a bun, dishevelled. Omkara had never seen anything like that walk through his door before!! She looked ethereal and he couldn't take his eyes off her. How could she look so perfect in this ridiculous attire!!! Omkara was angry with himself for staring at her. Realising that she had already started to affect him, he decided to put things right.
"Miss Sharma, you are late. I will not tolerate this after today, got it? He spoke with authority but politely, his manner impeccable. "And by the way, who is going to take you seriously if you dress like that for work? You are not going for a stroll in the park I suppose he continued.
"Mr. Oberoi, I apologise for being late, my alarm didn't ring , it is my first day after the move, and you should give me some leeway given that I had to shift my whole life here at a week's notice because of you. Gauri was not going to leave this alone. She was fuming inside, How dare he? her feminist self, sprung into action. Gauri got more furious when she gave him a glance over exquisitely tailored grey suit, made just for him, Italian shoes and a Swiss watch on his wrist.
"And you have no right to tell me how to dress ok. I am your partner, not a kid at school and you my teacher. This is a uniform-less department, else I would have preferred to wear uniform. In any case, don't you think you are dressed like you are going to meet the Queen of England; just the black tie is missing! Uptight much? Gauri believed in tit for tat and Omkara was really getting her nerves now.
Omkara was trying his best to control his temper, "How could she irk him so much so quickly? This woman is crazy. Gosh! he thought to himself and tried to calm down. "Control, Omkara, control. You were in the wrong, you shouldn't have commented on her dressing sense. Phew! Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out! he pacified himself.
"Ok, Miss Sharma, point taken. Can we do some work now? A body is waiting for us and I still need to brief you. Omkara controlled the situation.
"Yes, since you relented Gauri had a smirk on her face and she gave herself a high-five "Gotcha!
Her day was suddenly improving, although it started badly.
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