Okay guys, fair warning! This OS is verrry out there.😉 The characters are completely the opposite of Om and Gauri in the show. I wanted to keep this OS as mysterious, enchanting and fleeting as possible. I am sorry in advance if this update is a little too forward for your taste😳, but here is hoping you will enjoy this. I tried something different, so let me know how I fared in my attempt. Happy reading!!
OS#7: It Happened that Night
Omkara Singh Oberoi sat with the half-empty beer bottle in his hand contemplating how exactly he was going to climb onto the Golden Gate Bridge of urban San Fransisco and launch himself into the deep black waters of the Bay below. He wasn't going to lie, at least not in his final hours. He had argued, rehearsed and thought about this exact scene in his head multiple times in the past. But he had never had the guts to pull through and actually take what had so obviously been anything but his. A lot had been riding on him ever since he had joined his overbearing father's business. His name, reputation, stocks, partnerships, the list went on.
Tej Singh Oberoi never took anything less than perfect and Om had worked his butt off to do everything to please his father. From getting all A's in high school to going to Harvard Business School for a prestigious degree, he had loaned sweat, blood and tears to his father's feet only to be returned with an expounding interest of disappointment and disapproval, and the hit to the company's stocks was the last nail in the coffin.
Om had travelled across the country to New York City for a business meeting with an upcoming French duo who had sent their designs in and were noticed for their innovative and chic styling. He had been impressed to say the least. The clothing line they had been designing had gotten a lot of positive responses from his colleagues and he was inclined to build a partnership with them in order to further his father's business and take Oberoi Labels to soaring heights. When they had met, the ideas for the new line had been even more racy and exquisite, and Om was excited to have his first successful deal in hand. He had gone out that night for a formal dinner with the designers to seal the deal and then headed to the bar where he had picked up a lovely blonde model and had ravished the designer clothes from her body, in celebration of his new venture.
When he had returned home the next day and shared the news with his father, Tej had just looked up from his business files and had given him a nod. But to Omkara, it was something.
Two months later, production started and by Fall the clothes were being distributed throughout the shopping outlets in the West Coast of USA. People were loving the line and Tej had held a grand party for the success of his son's hard work.
But that was when everything changed.
News broke out that the clothes had been copied from designers based in South Bombay and they were threatening to sue the company for stealing their designs. Frantic, Om had tried contacting the French designers he had partnered with, but it was like they had vanished in thin air. Thieves they were, for they had stolen the designs and launched the company into a big corporate mess and a media scandal. Oberoi Labels' stocks were falling faster than one could blink and Tej Singh Oberoi was devastated. The company that he had worked 25 years to build was crumbling into a mess because of his careless son. He was now in loss and at the mercy of multiple investors who had poured their money into making his business.
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Omkara had picked up 3 strong bottles of beer that night and had headed to the Bridge, knowing that he would need to be sloshed if he wanted to continue with what he had planned to do. He was on his 2nd bottle when he heard a sweet feminine voice behind him.
"Is that beer?"
He turned to squint through his long hair into the night glare of the city lights as a petite figure of a woman came to him. It was hard to tell with the oversized trench coat, the skinny pair of worn out, ripped jeans and the out-of-fashion black boots that clinked on the sidewalk as she settled herself next to him. The only thing that he liked about her was the gold lights of color at the ends of her hair that made her seem like a white-washed American. But he knew better. She took the bottle from him and tilted her head back to gulp a large sip of his cold beer. Then she sighed and turned to him, her hazel eyes unwavering and bright.
"So why are you here?"
He looked at her for a long moment. She was pretty, he thought, no doubt. If he had met her across the bar in clothes that were picked with more taste and variety, he would have probably hit on her and then taken her home. But, they were not in a bar and nor was she his type. Yet, there was something about her that intrigued him.
"Why are you here?"
She smiled slightly before turning to the waters below. "It's a long story."
"I have a little time."
"I got fired."
Om chuckled sarcastically. "That was a really long story indeed."
She turned to him abruptly with slight fire in her eyes before watering down. "I was fired because my boss chose his wife over me. We had been sleeping together for years. I was tired of sneaking around. I gave him an ultimatum, he chose her. I threatened to tell his wife about our affair, and he fired me."
She had a detached voice to her story and Om couldn't make out if she really cared, but there was some emotion there. Jealousy? Pain? Dejection? He couldn't understand what it was. But before he could contemplate it any further, she erased the emotion and turned to the water once again.
"So, what now? he asked.
"Jump?" She smiled carelessly.
Isn't that what he had wanted to do? But, somehow doing it with this stranger made it seem unreal, unimaginable.
"Why would you jump? You just got fired. You'll find something else."
"I got fired two months ago." She said pausing to look at him before continuing, "I am broke now and there is no hope. He exposed our affair to all the other waitresses and customers in the cafe and turned the truth to make it look like I was a money minded s**t. I wouldn't get a job in a million years. And my heart is already down in the water below."
Her voice must have cracked, because he began to feel sympathy for her. The beer was starting to cloud his brain again and she clutched the neck of the bottle still in her hand and finished the last of it before tossing the bottle on the sidewalk next to them. The bottle crashed with a loud sound waking up some homeless man up across the street who yelled a curse before he settled into slumber. The street was quiet again and the only sound they could now hear was that of their own thoughts.
"So, what's your story?
Omkara looked up again and felt lightheaded at the image of the slightly drunk, hazy woman in front of him. She had unbuttoned the top buttons of her trench coat and he could vaguely trace the shape of her healthy breasts with his eyes. He imagined his hands on them.
"Story?"
"Why are you here?"
"Oh." He had thought about telling her, but stopped.
"It's none of your business."
If she was surprised by his answer, she didn't show it. She shrugged and said "Fair enough"
He looked at her amused at her nonchalance and was met with an equally smoldering gaze from her. Yet again, his heart thudded against his ribcage with some unknown longing. She had a petite frame with full curves and hips. No wonder her boss had fallen for her so easily. She had the body of a natural seductress. But her face held an innocence that had drawn him in. Soft lips, big eyes and a button nose. He knew that deep down, he wanted a taste of her. Even if it may have been his last, he wanted her. This one, his brain whispered as every muscle in his body tightened with a strong need. The alcohol in his body was reacting to her feminine curves and he knew, even in his drunken state that he wanted whatever this was, to continue.
Her gaze didn't falter as she continued to stare at him with a small smile on her lips. She let her eyes travel down from his dreamy ones to his rugged nose to his strong chest. Her hand reached out in momentary instinct and touched his chest while slowly running her fair finger down his stomach and to the trail that lead to the tip of his buttoned pants. He sucked in a deep breath and waited, but nothing happened. As if on cue, she withdrew her hand and he felt the cool burn of her finger mixed with the daze of the beer that left him aroused and ready.
She hadn't broken her stare though. Locked in a lust-induced spell she continued to check him out before blinking and looking away. No doubt, he was a catch, but did she want this? Did she want to give herself to another man only to have him take her heart and break it again and again?
She didn't.
But then who had mentioned hearts, and love and bullshit? This was arousal, this was need and both of them knew it. Question was did they want to act on it? She shook her head to clear her thoughts and leaned closer to him to grab the remaining beer bottle to drink away her thirst. But he was quicker. His hands found hers on the beer bottle and he leaned in inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume. His mind was set on hers and he didn't blink before leaning closer and placing his hot, beer-tasting lips on hers.
Stranger, she thought. She closed her eyes and let him work his way onto her mouth, curious to know how it felt like to be kissing another man. Had she mentioned that her ex-boss had been her childhood best friend, whom she had loved since high school? Had she mentioned that she had left college to cater to his financial needs only to be met with betrayal when he married someone else? It had sent her gut-wrenching pain every time he rushed out of the door, the morning after they had had sex, to keep their affair a secret. He had played with her heart ruthlessly all these years.
But, here she was in the middle of the night sitting, on the Bridge, next to a drunk, mentally disheveled man, kissing. She felt lighter and alive. No doubt, lust clouded her mind, but there was something else here - a connection.
She didn't get time to think about it as she felt him run his hands down her back and on her butt as he pulled her closer and continued to forge his way into her mouth. She was drunk but very aware of his traitorous lips as they pressed with authority and experience onto hers. She gasped when he cupped her breasts over her trench coat. Was she sure about this?
He knew he was.
He had slept with many women before and had dated a handful, but never had he felt the electric current of holding this live wire in his arms. The cool wind blowing on his face and tousling his hair did nothing for his hot and steamy want from this woman. God knows what kind of a connection he had to her. She was a stranger and yet, kissing her felt normal, it felt good. Was it lust? Nope, it was more. He wanted to find out. She had gasped at his intimate touch and he momentarily pulled back to look at her drunk eyes. He saw the same lust and want in hers. Biting his lip, he bent to kiss her again only to be stopped.
"Let's get out of here."
She wanted safety and comfort which was something her ex could never provide. And this stranger's kiss had made her feel warm and loved, even if it was temporary. His lips curved into a sexy half-smile as he stood up from his spot on the Bridge and lifted her off the sidewalk. She managed to grab the beer bottle before he dragged her away to the hotel across the street.
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Once inside the room, they wasted no time in ripping the clothes off of each other. He, for one, was glad he could get rid of the Godawful trench coat that hid the sexy, seductive curves of this woman. His hands roamed her long hair feeling her soft bouncy curls as his lips wrecked havoc on her mouth. Her hands stayed steady on his chest, feeling the body of the man who was driving her crazy with his touch.
She laid down naked on the bed and let him crawl over her as he dipped his head into her neck and pinched her sensitive skin on her nape with his teeth. She let out a whimper before sighing as his intoxicating kiss soothed the pain that followed. Kisses left a series of red down her body and his long hair left a tickle trail down the middle of her breasts as he worked on her taking his time to arouse her and please her. Hot and wet, he finally slithered his way up to her lips and took them in his own as he effortlessly slid into her body and made her his for that one night.
Together they moved in synchronization, staring at each other's eyes and taking in the wonder and awe that mirrored their own. For her, it was unexpected. She had thought this would be unfeeling, mechanical even, after the one-sided relationship that she had given her heart and soul to, but this was wonderous. This was a hundred thousand times better than she had thought. Her ex had never stood a chance when compared to what she felt in his touch and seen in his eyes in this moment. He had taken her to a level of ecstasy that she had not known was possible.
He stared in amazement as her eyes widened at his intimate movements and then rolled to the back of her head as she urged him to go on. This was different, this was deep. He was unknown to this feeling, and this attachment. Sex had been a need for him before. All those women had given him pleasure, but this was bliss. Here, in the arms of this mysterious woman, he felt right. Alcohol fueled his thoughts as he continued to ravish the curves and contours of her body.
He placed one last full kiss on her bruised lips before rolling off of her and staring at the ceiling. He was too tired to think about what had happened and he needed some sleep as the alcohol began to wear off leaving a slight headache. She had already rolled to the other side of the bed in exhaustion, covering her body with sheets. And the last thing he knew before he drifted into slumber was his own racing heartbeat...
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The sun peeped through the drawn curtains of the shabby hotel room as Omkara opened his eyes and squinted at his surroundings. He was naked and alone in bed with a pounding headache from his drinking last night.
Last night.
He closed his eyes in memory as her deep hazel eyes filled his mind and made his heart jump with surprise. She had been amazing, better than he had imagined and all he wanted to do was explore her body with an incessant need that began to knock at his heart.
But she was nowhere.
Quickly he opened his eyes wondering where she had gone, when he found a note on the bedside table next to him.
I needed to leave before I saw you so that last night could remain a dream and not turn into the reality that I have always been used to. I never thought any of that would happen last night, but I'm glad it did. We were drunk and not in our senses, but I knew what was happening and I know what I want.
If you want the same, meet me tonight at the Bridge at 10 pm. Same spot.
I'll be waiting...
- Gauri ❤️
Gauri. Shaking his head with a slight smile, he went to go take a shower, before he had to face the harsh realities of the world in front of him.
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Pheeww!!! Please please post your comments/criticism/thoughts. I have never written anything this raw before, so any suggestion is welcome. For those who could not connect with this story, I promise to post a sanskaari one next time😆.
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