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Om turned his attention to the beautiful, luscious chocolate cake that had three heavenly layers to it. He stood up to take in the top tier of the cake and read what his girlfriend so desperately wanted him to read. In the middle of the icing of the smallest tier was a saying transcribed in chocolate. There were swirls and chocolate flowers that paraded down the side of the cake making a cascading dress of the pastry. But, Om's eyes were transfixed on the words written on the cake. He knew what it said, but didn't know what it meant. He could see the care and pain that Gauri had taken to get to this point in their relationship and he could see the words on the cake. What he couldn't begin to understand was how much she meant it from the heart.
"So? Gauri started nervously. The more Om stared at the words, the more her nervousness grew by leaps and bounds. She took a deep breath and continued.
"Will you marry me?
She was still seated on the table, but in her hands was an opened box with a delicate engagment ring in it. It was a simple silver band encrusted with diamonds on the bottom border of the ring. It glinted in the faded moonlight. He stood still transfixed by the silver in her hands.
"Oh. My. God.
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OS#20 Engaging in a Promise
Gauri Vardhan Trivedi was excited.
Not because she was dating a man who had made her world light up with romance and fantasy, but because she was going to plunge into a new step meant for both of them. She had seen herself grow and mature over the one year that they had spent together and she couldn't be happier. She couldn't remember the last time she had caught herself daydreaming about him and fantasizing about their life together. They had let their love blossom and bloom around them. And with booming confidence, she felt like she could take on the world with him beside her.
And now she was sure about the next step. It was right for both of them. She was sure about it. She was also sure that her boyfriend didn't have the slightest clue as to what was going to happen.
The day that he had won her back in the train, dressed as her quintessential hero of her dreams, she knew she would marry him. She had been sure even when they had fought about useless things and he slammed the door sulking in his room waiting for her to come apologize. She knew it when he had supported her through her time after college when she didn't know what to do for her future career. And she knew it when he had ever so tenderly kissed her on her birthday and slipped a promise ring on her thumb vowing to always remain by her side.
But knowing what the future was for her didn't help, because she knew that her boyfriend was slow when it came to these things. She had seen his hesitation when they initially dated and she knew that commitment was a big thing for him. It had nearly torn them apart. Her readiness for love and his apprehensions of her love. She had cried and he had cried too. But all of that was in the past now. The idiot had finally come around to figuring it out and had won her back in classic SRK style. She smiled. They had come a long way since. They didn't know how to tackle these new feelings back then and that was what had left them with doubt and heartbreak. But now, their love had grown to such maturity that nothing could break them apart, not even themselves. She wasn't going to walk away from him this time because of silly fears of the future.
Not this time.
This time she wasn't going to let him walk away either. What they shared was worthing fighting for and waiting for and she wasn't going to let it go. She also knew him better now, better than she knew herself. And she also knew how to convince him that it was the right step to take for the both of them. She chuckled with anticipation. Om truly didn't have any idea what was going to happen.
She had shared her ideas with Rudi and he had excitedly obliged to help her with her plan. She had grown very close to the youngest Oberoi over the year that she had frequently visited the Oberoi Mansion. If it weren't for him, Om wouldn't have realized his feelings and chased after her in the train a year ago. So, yes, she was grateful. but apart from that, he was also a cool easy-going guy. Somebody, who she could speak freely to and reveal things that probably her di was best left not knowing.
According to Rudi, her plan was foolproof and bound to work. She was still nervous though.
"Gauri, what are you thinking?"
Om turned so that he was leaning on his elbow on the picnic blanket they had set up on the Peak. He watched his girlfriend's eyes gloss over as she seemed far away in thought. He frowned. She had been doing that a lot lately. He ran a finger down her cheek, drawing her attention to him. She blushed.
"Nothing. I was just excited for our date tonight."
She had a mysterious smile on her face that had a familiar smile find itself on his face. Little did she know what she was going to get on their date tonight. He brushed that thought aside and bent down to kiss her slowly. Smiling into the kiss, he reveled in the familiar sensations of electricity that coursed through his heart every time he touched her. Her lips stood still for a microsecond before responding tenderly to his kiss. She ran her hands through his hair and smiled too. No matter how many times he leaned in to kiss her, the feeling of it never got old. He slowly pulled away.
"I'm excited too."
"Hmm" But not more than I am, Gauri thought. After a few minutes, she sat up on the blanket and soaked in the last of the sun before it set. Then she pulled his hands in hers, stood up and dragged him back home before she revealed anymore about tonight.
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The terrace of the restaurant had been closed off for other customers when Om and Gauri arrived at the venue. Everything was beautifully decorated in fairy lights that ran the length of the pillars and banister that separated them from the beautiful layout of the city below. This was the perfect ambience, Gauri thought. And the best part was he wouldn't even expect it. She smiled and felt for the small jewelry packet in her purse and patted it once out of nervousness before concentrating on the business deal that Om was talking through. She could tell by the pace at which he was talking, that he was nervous. So, forgetting all inhibitions, she pulled him down and kissed him square on the mouth. He felt shocked at first, but then kissed back and relaxed into her strong hold.
"What was that for?" he asked, when he had pulled back.
"Just" she shrugged. "It felt like the right moment."
He smiled and pulled her again to his side.
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A few hours later, when they had wiped away the dinner from their plates and smiled and talked about nothing in particular, the comforting silence fell around them in pleated skirts of happiness. Gauri waited with a bated breath. This is the moment, she thought. There was no other way to do this other than to just be honest about her feelings and lay it all out on the table. And then she would deal with how he reacted. She wasn't confident that he was going to say a yes', but she was confident that they would work through anything that would become of this situation. Here goes nothing.
She signalled for the waiter to come in with the beautifully decorated three tiered chocolate cake that had the million dollar question inscribed on the very top tier.
"Gauri, I was thinking about taking a break from work for a little while and just-"
Om was interrupted by the chocolate cake that looked so yummy from the way it was decorated and placed in front of him. He frowned though. None of them had order the cake.
"Umm, excuse me."
He signalled the waiter to come back.
"I don't think we ordered this cake. Im-"
Gauri quickly interrupted him and signalled the waiter to go back to oblivion.
"I ordered it."
"You did?"
Om was confused now. Gauri didn't like sweets, in fact, she lived off of mirchi ke pakoras. So why would she order a big chocolate cake?
"Om, um, just look at it and you'll know why I ordered-"
"Look? Did you not want to eat?"
Gauri was nervous and frustrated. Her idiot boyfriend just picked this moment to ask all the questions in the world. Ugggh!
"Just look and read what is written, please?"
"O-kaaay" Om said. Surely, his girlfriend had fallen off the wrong end of the bed today morning. No wonder she was acting this weird.
Om turned his attention to the beautiful, luscious chocolate cake that had three heavenly layers to it. He stood up to take in the top tier of the cake and read what his girlfriend so desperately wanted him to read. In the middle of the icing of the smallest tier was a saying transcribed in chocolate. There were swirls and chocolate flowers that paraded down the side of the cake making a cascading dress of the pastry. But, Om's widened eyes were transfixed on the words written on the cake. He knew what it said, but didn't know what it meant. He could see the care and pain that Gauri had taken to get to this point in their relationship and he could see the words on the cake. What he couldn't begin to understand was how much she meant it from the heart.
"So?" Gauri started nervously. The more Om stared at the words, the more her nervousness grew by leaps and bounds. She took a deep breath and continued.
"Will you marry me?"
She was still seated on the table, but in her hands was an opened box with a delicate engagment ring in it. It was a simple silver band encrusted with diamonds on the bottom border of the ring. It glinted in the faded moonlight. He stood still transfixed by the silver in her hands.
"Oh. My. God."
Of all the things that Gauri thought Om would say, she had not expected this. It was so ambiguous that she was a few inches short of tearing her own hair in frustration. All the nerves, the pain, the excitement and the happiness of getting to this moment was starting to fade. She needed a Yes' or a 'No', not an in between. She struggled to let his silence deject her though. She struggled to prevent the tiny tears that pooled in her eyes at the thought of making a complete fool out of herself.
"Om, I was kind of hoping you would say something else. More like a Yes' or a 'No'. If its not what you want, then its okay. We can talk about it. I-"
"Gauri" Om sighed, coming out of his momentary shock. "You don't understand."
"What?"
Gauri asked, the strained tear finally making its way down her cheek. Om closed his eyes in small pain and rounded the table so that he was kneeling next to her seat. He wiped the tear away and tilted her chin up to the sky.
"This, sweetheart."
Up above their head, a burst of firecrackers lit up the sky as if on cue and then shattered to the ground leaving behind 4 big words etched in bright light across the darkened background. Gauri gasped unable to believe her eyes. Her hands reached out to the night sky almost as if hoping to touch the words that mirrored what was written on the cake.
She felt a kiss on her cheek and turned with blurry eyes to her boyfriend who was now kneeling next to her chair and smiling affectionately at her.
"Oh My God"
"Gauri, I was kind of hoping you would say something else. More like a Yes' or a 'No' "
The words that she had uttered out of nervousness a few minutes ago were now replayed back to her in a mocking undertone that she knew could only come from her sweetheart. Still, she smiled and punched him lightly.
"What are the odds though?" Gauri wondered. How much of a coincidence was it that both of them had decided to propose to each other on the same day? Or was it fate? Or did they know each other so well that it was almost instinctive to know what the other wanted even before the other consciously thought of it? Gauri smiled. She would have liked to think it was all of the above.
"Odds?"
Om wondered where his girlfriend and to-be fiancee was going with this. Here he was with an expensive princess-cut diamond ring in his back pocket, kneeling on his knees in front of her and there she was wondering about some odds. He sighed.
"The odds of proposing to each other on the same day. None of us discussed it with the other and Rudi didn't even clue me in on what-"
Om sighed again and turned to the sky.
"The commitment-phobic, never-going-to-marry, clueless guy finally proposes to his girlfriend, not to mention in the most romantic way possible, and she talks about probabilities and odds."
He then directed his attention to her and raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
Gauri laughed. Nothing, not even Om, could dull her down today.
"Really." She then softened.
"But, you already know my answer."
Om smiled. "I know, but you still have to say it, so that I can put the ring on your finger."
Tears slipped from her eyes yet again, but this time they represented pure, blissful happiness.
"Ye-"
"Wait" Om stopped her by a finger on her lips. He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out the beautiful ring.
"Let's say it together."
Gauri nodded looking deep into his eyes.
"Yes" "Yes"
Both smiled wide. The rings that adorned each others hands made their way onto their fingers and they linked hands. Both pulled into each other with equal passion in an embrace that celebrated the new step in their relationship. Om was so excited. He could not wait to unfold his life and live it with the most beautiful Gundi he had ever met. Two years ago is someone told him that he would fall in love and propose to the woman of his dreams, he would have scoffed and then withdrawn into the shell of non-commitment that he had made for himself. But now, he could see how all of the decisions he had made had led to this beautiful woman in his life. He felt like all of the pain, anguish, fights, heartache that he had gone through was worth it when there was Gauri at the end of the road.
He pulled her closer into the hug and nuzzled her hair with his cheek feeling the completeness that washed over him. They pulled back and looked into each other's eyes. All they could see was each other's reflection.
"I love you, fiancee" Om whispered and smiled when Gauri tucked her head back in his chest.
"I love you too...fiancee"
Gauri heard the chuckled rumble from deep within Om as she turned up to see the million-dollar smile on his face. It reached his eyes that crinkled with happiness. She couldn't resist.
She leaned up and placed her lips on his smile wanting more of the taste of that happiness that made every cell in her body smile back. He kissed her instinctively, amazed at how a simple thing like this could make him feel so electrically alive.
"This is the second time you've done this tonight."
Om said reveling in the new boldness of his girlf- sorry, fiancee.
"Yup, well get used to it." Gauri said not bothering to blush at what he said. They were beyond that now.
Om's eyes twinkled with mischief.
"Does that mean we get to do other stuff now? Like maybe going back to my place and.."
Gauri's eyes widened. She had come far in physical intimacy from when they first started going out, but that did not mean she was going to go all the way with him yet! She mentally blushed at what she was thinking. No matter now much the cell's in her body wanted her fiancee's desirable DNA, she was going to have to wait till after marriage.
"N-No"
Om laughed at Gauri's nervous stutter.
"We are s-still waiting until a-after marriage. Gauri Vardhan Trivedi is not crossing that line, even though you're my fiancee now."
She was looking down, so she couldn't see his teasing smile. But, when he gently lifted her chin to look at him and linked his fingers with hers, he had bliss on his face.
"I know, sweetheart. I can't wait though...for the marriage."
Gauri blushed again for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight.
"Me too."
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"Coffee or Tea?"
Om asked.
Gauri sipped her hot chocolate as she lazed on the counter of the Oberoi kitchen in her classic nonchalant style. She looked unkept and rowdy, but she didn't care and neither did he. Her white kurta edged a little above her jeans exposing the pearl white skin underneath that showed off her slim waistline.
"Ummm...until now it was tea."
Om was on the opposite end of the kitchen leaning against the cupboards as his eyes roamed up and down her petite frame. This woman, he thought. Someday, she was going to make him completely crazy with her heavenly beauty and killer confidence. He had burned her image in his mind the night she had crept into his room in search of her sister. And now he couldn't let go, not when he had this intense pull towards her. And the fact that she brushed him off as quickly as she encouraged him pulled him even more. She was indeed a mystery, he thought. And he had every intention of solving it.
"but, now it's this hot cinnamon flavoured coffee."
Om simmered his thoughts down and turned to her. She was now smacking her lips against one another licking the lingering drops of coffee. He audibly swallowed. Never in his 27 years of existence had he seen something more sexy than Gauri merely licking her lips. God only knows what would happen if she actually did something to turn him on...vicious lustful thoughts ran through Om's head like a camera roll before he shook his head and sipped his iced water.
"I'm glad you liked the coffee. It's something that Shivaay, Rudra and I drink all the time. House combo."
Gauri smirked. The Obros' combo.
Still, their bond, which she had managed to witness a few times now, touched her heart. This past week had been stressful for all of them with Shivaay being accused of murder and having to flee for the sake of his innocence. She had been grudgingly kept away by Annika, but she had done her part in helping her jiju find evidence that would acquit him and convict the guilty. Now all of that was past them and now she and her di could breathe a sigh of relief. Now she could also ogle at the Obro she had picked out back during Priyanka's roka. How cute is he, she thought, watching him quietly sip his iced water and sneakily roam his eyes all over her stretched frame.
"I have a question."
Om looked up from his drink and found Gauri straightening into a sitting position. Her kurta had readjusted to cover her waist. Om's shoulders dropped in disappointment.
"Shoot."
"Were you, jiju, and Rudra always so close?"
Om smiled at the question.
"Yup, always. We grew up together, walked each other through school exams, first kisses, heartbreaks, career goals...we are three halves of one whole."
Gauri smiled too.
"Annika di and me are like that. After Ma and Pa died, she was the only family I had left."
A brief silence ensued between the both of them as they thought dearly about their siblings.
But, Gauri's eyes couldn't resist go back to the tall frame of the person standing in front of her. He casually ran his hand in his hair messing it up just a little to create a tousled look. Her heart skipped a beat and she found herself gasping. That hair, she thought. Its the most beautiful thing I have seen, including the models' made up tresses that star in the shampoo ads on TV.
"I have another question."
Om raised his eyebrows this time, enjoying the curiosity and attention that Gauri was giving him.
"Why long hair?"
Om was caught a bit off guard by the question and he grimaced. This was the second time he had hoped for a slightly more forward question from her when she ended up talking about his hair. The last time she had done this, he had walked away scarred for thinking so ahead of their countable encounters. The last time he had left embarrassed because of his dark mane that fell to his shoulders. No doubt, he loved the attention that his hair normally attracted from the women, but Gundi Gauri was a tough nut to crack. What attracted other women seemed to be a hindrance when it came to attracting her. It was as though his hair was as much a competition as him for attention from this petite beauty. He sighed. He couldn't believe what he was thinking.
"Just, I-I let it grow and liked the way it looked."
He had nothing more to say. No story there.
"Oh" Gauri said, slightly disappointed with the short answer. "I agree though, it looks really good-"
"I know" Om interrupted. "You made it very clear the last time we talked about my hair."
Gauri grinned. So she was right. He not only remembered, but he had left embarrassed by her fascination. She couldn't help it though.
"You didn't answer my question." Gauri said, partly to tease him and partly to know the answer.
"What question?" Om asked, leaning forward.
"You know-what shampoo, conditioner, or hair oil you use to get that hair, because it looks so-"
"Are you serious? Om asked confused.
"What?" Gauri asked. This time a smile adorned her face. "Is this the first time someone has asked you this?"
"N-no, not exactly." Om thought. His thoughts flickered to a couple of harmless sales girls who gushed over his hair in the malls he would frequent in London. He didn't mind the questions then, but then again, he wasn't looking for a futuristic conversation with any of them.
His gaze flickered again to Gauri and sighed. Why is this so hard with her.
"..but it is still embarrassing." Om completed, making sure she knew that such questions were not to be entertained when they could move on to more interesting, cute, beautiful, hot conversations.
Gauri shook her head at him with half a smile before straightening.
"I'm not the only one who muttered extremely embarrassing things to the other person. What the hell was ajeeb'?"
Om straightened too. He was hoping they wouldn't have a conversation about his momentary lapse of judgement. He cringed internally at the thought of calling Gauri 'ajeeb' when all he had really wanted to say was extravagant, angelic, heavenly, exquisite, beautiful and many more words that he couldn't manage when he saw her in that Cinderella dress. He was tongue-tied and dreamy eyed. And that was an understatement. If he was really honest then he would admit to the fact that he was blown away with her beauty. But his stupid mouth had to kick in an ruin the moment.
"I-I just got a little dazed is all..." Om said to cover up for the silence that had fallen between them.
Gauri smiled. So there is an honest bone in his body...aaand he admits to being lost in what he saw in me that day...
"It's alright, I guess." Gauri said, simply because there was nothing else to say. "I have another question though."
Om quirked an eyebrow. "What?"
"You mentioned first kisses and I...was just wondering...when?"
Gauri looked away from him with a slight color of embarrassment. They weren't that close for her to ask him a personal question like that, but she went with it anyway. Somehow, she knew he wouldn't mind.
"First kiss was back in high school." Om said without blinking. "Felt like a big deal then, but it really wasn't."
"Oh" was all she said. She felt oddly jealous.
Om looked at her intently and smiled when he saw her slightly dejected. Hmmm...I might have a chance, but I need to know if she is comfortable.
"I have a question. "
Gauri looked up a little surprised.
"Did you have any boyfriends or, umm, any-"
"Nope"
Gauri whispered assuring him with her eyes. They held each other's gaze for a pulsing moment before letting go and smiling at their honesty.
"But, this guy did have a crush on me back in college."
Om instantly stood upright and looked at her with his mouth strained into a crease. "Who was he?"
Gauri shrugged. "No one in particular. He just asked me out on a date once and -"
"-and?"
"and I went. We would study together for classes and I knew he meant no harm. And if he tried to get fresh, then I had my Gundi giri to back me up."
Om's nostrils flared just a little at the thought of Gauri on a date. His iced water suddenly felt a lot hotter than it was.
"and?" Om asked wanting to know and yet not wanting to know.
"and...nothing. It didn't go past the first date. I found him boring. Also, he didn't pay for his coffee, didn't walk me back home and didn't wish me a good night. There was nothing that could convince me to date such a guy."
Gauri shuddered. The image of the boy she had gone on her first date with came up as a black and white filter compared to the colored gorgeousness of Omkara Singh Oberoi. There was no comparison.
"You're right. A guy who doesn't pay for himself or walks you home like a gentleman isn't worth staying with. I would never treat my date like that."
Gauri perked up at what he said. Date. Treating his date right.
"Your turn. "
"Huh?"
Gauri looked on confused. Turn for what? Asking him out on a date? She trembled slightly in nervousness. I know I said I was the bold and ferocious Gundi who could do whatever I wanted, including rescuing him from a pack of goons, but that didn't mean I was going to be this forward...I can't ask a guy I barely know out...
"Arre baba, your turn to ask me a question. I thought since we were doing this-uh thing, we could alternate."
Gauri sighed in relief. She had tons. What food he liked, what sport he liked, what type of girls he dated, what was his funniest memory, what was his worst memory, how was school, who were his best friends, was he commitment-phobic, did he believe in marriage, did he smoke, did he have a rough break-up...she panted. Even in her thoughts she was running wild with imagination. She was running wild with desire to know everything about this man.
"How would you treat your date?"
Om didn't expect this question. So, when he heard her lips curve into words and her eyes widen in a moment of innocent honesty, he stumbled a little bit in his head. His heart was no different. It picked up pace at the thought of this question. For the first time since he had talked with Gundi Gauri, he was finally getting a chance to explain just how much he was willing to explore this unsaid chemistry between them. Treating her as my date.
"I would gift her a dress for the night, something close to the style that she liked. Then I would take her to the place that we both like, personally I'm a fan of heights. Then when the night ends, I would..."
"you would?"
Om leaned forward from his spot on the counter and looked straight into Gauri's eyes. He saw a flicker of anticipation there and smiled.
"I would walk her to her door and..."
"and?"
Gauri didn't notice how her usually loud boisterous voice dropped down to a soft whisper. She loved what she was hearing. A date with him sounded like a fairy walk in the clouds. She didn't realize how, but she caught herself leaning forward while her kurta rode up her waist exposing her creamy skin underneath.
"And I would pull her close and kiss her."
Om hadn't wavered his gaze from her eyes as he felt heat crawling up his waist in circular motions of excitement. All he could picture when he thought about the kiss was Gauri's soft beautiful lips pressing against his. And the ice in his water melted with the heat of his thoughts. He heard his heart pump louder in his chest.
His gaze then wandered down to the rest of her body and he caught sight of her bare waist underneath the white kurta that rode up her torso. If his heart was pumping louder it was nothing compared to the gallop that it launched in at this moment. Om's head exploded with the sensual imaginative expertise that his mind had trained from. A vivid image of Gauri pressed up against his bare body in a tumble of sheets and pillows burned his brain. He breathed hard. He couldn't stand still and casual when a girl this beautiful was in front of him giving him her undivided attention.
Kiss her.
Gauri scooted further from the counter top and closer towards the gorgeousness that was in front of her. They were closer than she expected as he stepped away from the counter at the same time. It was like a trance. They were staring into each other's eyes grasping what they could find. And there was a lot. Mystery. Longing. Hope. Excitement.
She smiled.
She could see herself rolling in the sheets with him. Skin to skin, heart to heart. She could feel his hold on her waist pulling her in for a kiss that would take her breath away. And as the taste of his lips mingled with hers, she could feel the spread of warm cinnamon coffee infiltrating her senses. She could see it. Clearly.
And she wanted it. Badly.
So she leaned in closer.
"Your turn."
Om could barely move or breathe for that matter. All that he could see in front of him was Gauri and her beautiful lush pink lips that were driving him crazy. How hot and messy would a roll in the sack be with her? How sensously exhilirating would a dive in the sheets be with her.
Kiss her.
"When, uh, when was your first kiss?"
Om whispered not breaking the eye lock again. His eyes flickered to her lips before settling on her hazel eyes again. They were close enough now that he could feel her sharp intake of breath.
"never had one."
This time it was Om who sucked in a deep breath and pushed even closer to her. He just couldn't resist.
"Why?"
"Never really found anyone that attractive, until..."
He was holding his breath. Everything she said was exactly what he wanted her to say.
"Until?"
Gauri sighed in nervousness. She felt shy and vulnerable in exposing her intentions blatantly the way she was about to do. But, she wouldn't be Gundi Gauri if she didn't.
"until now."
She was staring straight into his eyes, clearer than clear about what she felt about him. There I said it.
Om let out his breath and smiled a sexy half smile that had Gauri's heart thump in anticipation. And they were close enough that Om could hear her heartbeat. His smile widened.
"Me too."
It was Gauri's turn to smile as the warmth of the coffee and his words spread across her face.
She leaned in closer to him so that their foreheads were touching and nuzzled a little bit in his half-embrace. This was all so new to her, but she felt her heart thump happily in her chest and she knew that what ever else happened in the future, this moment right here was right.
Om nuzzled too, excitedly nervous and surprised by the direction in which their conversation had gone. He smiled a full smile before pulling away slightly.
Kiss her.
The voice in his head was louder this time and he had every intention to follow through with it.
So he leaned in closer and pressed his lips against hers in the heat of the moment. He knew it was her first kiss, so he pressed slow and soft and let her shocked lips get used to the idea of rubbing against his. But, the course sensations of electric pulse that thumped through his veins did little to stop him. So he smiled and opened up further to deepen the kiss. The taste of cinnamon coffee flooded his senses and he smiled at the way he was tasting the Obro's combo. Her lips began to respond slowly and he could feel the hesitation in her movements.
So, he ran his hands up her thigh and to her waist and pulled her closer in as he pressed further into her mouth. It was confidence mixed with sensation that he was giving her. And she felt herself open up like a flower to the kiss that was igniting her senses. She had never felt like this before. And she was pretty sure, she wouldn't feel like this with anyone else. This sensation of him pressed up so close to her was so much better than she had imagined. She felt his icy lips curve into a slight smile through the kiss and her hands reached up to entangle themselves in his hair. God it felt softer and silkier than she had thought. That mixed with the pulsing movement of his hands on her waist and hair were enough for her to let go and completely enjoy her first kiss with Omkara Singh Oberoi.
After a few moments, they pulled back only slightly to look at each other. Whatever they saw calmed them down. They didn't say anything, just reveled in the aftermath of the beautiful kiss they just shared.
But, Om could not help it. He pulled her in again for another quick kiss and another and another.
"To be honest, I've wanted to do this since the day I saw you in my bathroom."
Om whispered, finally relieved and ecstatic that he and Gauri were talking and doing what he had always hoped they would do.
Gauri smiled and ran her hand through his silky mane of hair messing it up just a little so that it looked heavenly sexy.
"I've wanted to do this since the day I saw you in your bathroom."
Om rolled his eyes and chuckled, enjoying the feeling of her hands in his hair. How cute, hot and sexy is she, he thought feeling giddy excitement travelling up his spine as he thought about the possibilities of the future. Smiling, he pulled her in for another toe-curling, romantic, full kiss that would knock both of their senses away.
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The Suitcase Part 1
The Letter :/
Late at night in the mansion, Om crept back from his Art studio in the left wing to his room. Guilt crowded his mind. Ever since the boys had returned from Goa and the Piya fiasco had ended, he had drowned himself in work to catch up for the Art exhibition that was right around the corner. Not to mention, he hadn't been able to spare any time for his wife and love of his life, Gauri Kumari Sharma. They had been married for months now, but, the love that surged in his heart every time he saw her felt fresh and exciting. It had been two weeks since they had returned from Bareilly and he knew now that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. She was like ice to the raging teenage angst that had threatened to wreck his life. And with all the issues that he had dealt with in the past year, he didn't know how he could have done it without her.
As he crept to the bed where his chirayya lay fast asleep, he smiled and sat beside her. God he missed her. In the two weeks since they had come back, things just happened to tumble all around them, giving no time to them for talk. And then his Art exhibition deadlines left him with no choice but to push his personal priorities to the backseat. Of course, Gauri had been way too nice and way too understanding throughout this whole process, but he could see the longing in her eyes. It hurt him.
Staring at the miracle in front of him, he reached over, placed a fleeting kiss in her forehead and watched as she smiled and turned over in her sleep. A flood of happiness warmed him from the inside out in knowing that he too had a person he could unconditionally love for the rest of his life.
That's right. The rest of his life. No more arguments or misunderstanding or anger. No more hurt and pain. It was only going to be love from here on out. Only love for his wife who deserved every bit of it and some more.
After a moment or two, he went to his cupboard for a change of clothes when his eyes caught sight of a bag. It was hidden underneath all of the clothes that had been neatly folded on Gauri's side of the closet. He instantly recognized the faded blue color and the various Salman Khan stickers as a witness to his wife's undying love for the star. Chuckling, he assumed that Gauri must have left the suitcase underneath her clothes because she could not reach the shelves higher up where they normally kept the luggage. Gauri will be Gauri, always thinking she can handle things on her own when her 6 feet husband is here ever ready to help her. Still, he smiled and bent to reach the suitcase assuming it to be light and empty. However, when he picked it up, he felt it heavy and full of things that rumbled inside as the suitcase moved with him. Shocked and curious, he lifted the suitcase to keep it aside when it collapsed on the floor in a mess and spewed its contents all over the floor. Om's eyes widened in fear of waking his wife up from her sleep and so he turned in her direction. Gauri had not moved. After making sure she was comfortably asleep, he began to gather her things from the suitcase.
He absentmindedly began placing the salwars back when he noticed that they were the ones that Gauri had brought with her from Bareilly. Where are the clothes that I gifted her? Om wondered. But, he shook the thought away and began gathering the earrings that fell from the little pouch of jewelry decorated pom poms the way his wife liked. He found, again, only the jewelry that she owned before they were married. None of the jewelry that his mother and his Daadi had given her was in here. He wondered why.
A few steps away from where he had gathered her stuff was a small piece of paper neatly folded but not taped. Curiosity getting the better of him, he picked the paper and opened to read it.
Dear Omkara ji,
The day you married me in Bareilly was the most beautiful day in my life. I had always imagined things about my marriage, like every girl. And none of that happened when I married you, but I was happy. Because our marriage was special. Our marriage was a twist of fate. As if Shankar ji himself came down from the heavens to bless me with a beautiful person like you. So, the moment you lifted me in your arms and took those sacred seven pheras around our own built pious fire, I had handed my life over to you.
You were my husband, my savior and I would cherish you forever, but whether I was yours or not, was your choice. A choice you were disgusted to make. I knew you wanted nothing to do with me or my existence. I knew you hated me to the core. But hate was a small word for what I saw in your eyes then. I pleaded. I didn't understand why.
You left me there and threw me out of your life because I didn't belong. I knew I didn't belong, but realizing that I was all alone in this fateful marriage still hurt. Like every girl, I had imagined a simple life where my husband would love me so much it hurt and that I would love him so much it hurt. I had imagined a small family where I would educate and nurture my children while you would provide us protection and undying love. I had imagined.
The day you walked out was the day reality struck me. No imaginations were coming true. You were not coming back to love or protect me. You were not coming back. Period.
Still, I was happy. Shankar ji was with me and he had sent you, my savior. I was alive and breathing because you chose to marry me that fateful day. No matter what you did after that, I still had only gratitude, love and respect for you.
Chulbul was a way to understand your heart. To cherish our unclaimed relationship. I began to understand you, my husband. And when you responded to the unnamed bond between us by making me your best friend, I began to fall in love with you. I was so scared to fall because I knew you wouldn't be there to catch me. Loving you would break me because I knew you hated Gauri Kumari Sharma more than you hated your own father. But, I fell in love with you anyway. So, when you found out about Chulbul and handed me over to the monsters in my life, I couldn't feel betrayed. I couldn't feel upset or angry or hurt. I knew I should have expected it. You hated me and I was alone in our marriage. Alone and in love.
After Bua Maaji's secret came out, I saw something more than hate and disgust in your eyes. I didn't know what it was and I was scared to let my hopeless heart dream again. You had screamed it loud and clear that I was nothing to you, so how could I dare to hope for anything else in this marriage? I decided I would love you from afar because binding you up close would hurt you. I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't want to burden you with my feelings or my marriage. I just wanted you to be happy.
You asked me to stay back. Why? I didn't know. I was tempted not to. I didn't want to hurt myself again. And in doing so, I didn't want to hurt you again. But, when the love of your life, your husband asks you to stay back do you really have a choice? I didn't.
There were no fights anymore, just silence. A lot of silence. Both of us were scared that breaking it would cause our already fragile relationship to break. But you forgot that I was also once the same person you had claimed to be your best friend, the one you shared everything under the sun with. I knew you, I understood you. I read your silence. But you couldn't understand mine. And therein lay the crack in our relationship.
Up until now, I always thought that you hated me because of what you had seen of me in Bareilly. The misunderstandings and situations had turned you against whatever you saw in me later on. But, I had never considered the possibility that you hated me because I wasn't worthy of you or your family. Maybe that was it. Maybe there was a foundational flaw in me that left you disgusted and me alone in a hopeless, one-sided love marriage. Maybe it was my upbringing which wasn't as high-class as yours or maybe it was my language that was so different from the formal Hindi you spoke. Maybe it was my education of a paachvi pass' girl from Bareilly while you claimed degrees from the most prestigious colleges abroad. The more I thought about us, the more I realized why you hated me and why I didn't exist in your eyes. You were right and I was all wrong for you. I was doomed to be alone and expecting any recognition from you was a mistake I had made again and again.
Still my shattered heart wanted to try and earn your love. I wanted to try and be better. I wanted to be able to show you that I could improve myself and be worthy of you. So, I joined English classes. After months I was doing something for us and the familiar surge of excitement that I feel after making Mata ki chunris ran through me. I wanted to surprise you. But little did I know that you would surprise me with the accusations of infidelity. And I realized that no matter what I did, you wouldn't understand. You would always misunderstand and find reasons to fuel your hatred for me. Realizing that there was no hope for us broke me that day. But like every time you hurt me before, I should have expected it. I should have known that it was me who loved you so much it hurt, not you. Never you. I should have known that I would always be alone in this relationship.
I left for Bareilly, but you came back to get me. You began to say all the things that I had always wanted to hear. Love, understanding, respect, kindness...everything was there in your confession. And so I came back because I loved you so much. And because my terrible heart hoped yet again.
I never wanted to hurt you, Omkara ji. I always wanted to just love you.
If you are reading this letter, then it must mean that situations or your understanding of situations have led to another reason for you to hate me. Another reason for you to ask me to leave and never come back in your life again. And like always, I cannot say that I didn't expect it to happen. After all the times you have thrown me out, I ought to have learnt my lesson. But maybe you are right, maybe I am shameless enough or naive enough to believe that there is a future for us. But now I know that the love that you felt for me after Bareilly was fleeting and temporary. You need peace and you have determined that I cannot give that to you. So, I need to leave. Alone.
I am sorry for whatever I have done to make your life miserable and painful. I never wanted to hurt you, Omkara ji. I am sorry.
With love,
Gauri
Om's eyes and cheeks were stained with tears as the letter dropped from his hands back onto the floor. All her belongings still sat in the suitcase, but he couldn't bring himself to pack it up and confirm what he had read in the letter. He sank onto the floor and felt the whole burden of her pain in his heart. It felt so heavy that he had trouble breathing. And she was walking around trying to smile with this terrible pain in her heart the whole time. For how long?
He felt angry at first to know that she would doubt his feelings for her, but then he realized instantly how right she was. Time and again he had given her so many reasons to doubt his words and be cautious of his actions. Whether it was leaving her behind in Bareilly after their marriage, giving her up to Kaali Thakur, or accusing her of infidelity.
He felt so stupid for believing that everything had gone back to normal and expecting her to be okay with a few apologies. How could he expect her to erase the deep scars that he had caused in the initial days of her marriage? How could he expect her to forgive him so easily and move on in their life as if nothing happened?Yet she did. He felt ashamed that she did. How could he think that he could determine how she felt based on his feelings and priorities? When he felt like it, he could hurl accuses and throw her out, and when he felt like it, he could promise to love her and bring her back. How could she accept his behavior and believe that this was the way she was to be treated? She was worth so much more than him. How could she not believe that? Because she didn't.
After everything that had happened between them, all the mistakes he had made, all the times he had left her when she needed him the most, here she was apologizing for loving him more than anything in this world.
He was the one who needed to apologize and not only say it but show it in his actions, in his words, in his love.
Pain coursed through Om's heart at the thought of his Gauri living with the feelings of doubt, inferiority, worthlessness and rejection when all she had done was love him unconditionally. She was right, he had been silent and it had cost her her self-respect, her chirpiness and her faith in their love.
But not anymore.
He wasn't going to watch his baby live in the feeling of doubt and insecurity. He wasn't going to let her wait for a fight to break them apart. He wasn't going to let her believe that she was not worth his time. He was going to give her unconditional love, the kind that she had always shown him.
This time the tables were going to turn.
This time she was going to be unconditionally supported and loved even if the whole world was against them. He didn't care anymore.
I'm coming Gauri, I promise, I will not let you go anywhere. Kabhi nahin, kahin nahin.
With that Om stood up from his spot on the floor, wrapped up the suitcase and placed it back in the cupboard. He kissed the letter and pushed it in his pocket, reminding himself what he had to do starting tomorrow. Then he settled really close next to his beautiful wife on the bed and kissed her firmly on her forehead, while wrapping his arms around her body. She snuggled slightly into his arms before both slipped slowly into a peaceful slumber for the rest of the night.
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