Arranged love series-Omkara FF(FINALLY UPDATED ON PAGE 10)

Heya everyone... so as I mentioned before, I'm new here. I have written my first ever fanfic!

its not that good but I'm trying...

I'm not gona write a full story or something but its gona be more like snippets of an idea. I'm gona write random incidents and events like a one shot.

Since I'm an Omkara deewani its gona be about him!😛

So here it is...

<p align="center">Arranged Love</p>
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<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="4">She
sat flipping through the pages of her wedding album. This was the 5</font>^{<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="4">th</font>}<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="4">
time this week Aisha was looking at the pictures, more specifically one
picture. She couldn't believe she was the same girl who had got married 6months
back to Omkara Oberoi against her wishes.
If an outsider was to look at the photo, it would be evident that neither Aisha
nor Omkara wanted to stand next to each other. It wasn't a happy wedding or a fairy-tale
love story, it was an arranged wedding more like a business deal. An alliance
her father thought would be good for his business. She had no option other than
accepting it, and she was sure even Omkara was against the entire idea. Like
her father, even Omkara's father was
interested in the benefits it would provide to their massive empire. She knew
the only reason that Omkara even agreed to get married was because of his Dadi,
who Aisha grew very fond of.</font>

<font size="4">The truth
was that Aisha was intimidated by Om and awestruck at the same time. Yes, she wasn't happy in the beginning but as
time passed by she started to understand how good her husband is. There was something
about him that she couldn't quite point out. She didn't know when or how it
happened but she was head over heels in love with him. She was in love with his
charismatic personality, his passion for art, his understanding nature, and
above all his unfaltering faith he had in love and relationships despite his parent's
failed marriage. She loved the bond he had with his brothers. The way he
understood the eldest, Shivaaye and protected the youngest, Rudra. For the
first time, Aisha felt like she belonged
somewhere. She felt loved when she was with shivaaye,
rudra, dadi
and Priyanka. Even Om's mother who was drunk half the time had become an
important person in Aisha's life. Keeping aside her drinking habits Janvi was a good person who loved her family.</font>

<font size="4">Even
though Om had married her against his wishes he never behaved badly with Aisha.
He took care of her. He fulfilled all the responsibilities of a husband. She
was never forced to do anything that she didn't want to. He treated her with
respect. She was known as Aisha Omkara Singh Oberoi.
It had a nice ring to it. She liked being known as Om's wife. Aisha shut her
album and opened her diary and wrote...I'm unconditionally in love with my
husband' </font>

<font size="4">So let me know if I should continue...</font>

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Continue please😊

Heloo! I'm back with the 2nd part of my FF...its not exactly continuous...but more like a one shot...

So this one is from My darling Om's point of view!😛

Thanku all for your comments...im kind of running out of ideas...so if anyone has any ideas for my FF then please PM me...😊

Arranged love- Omkara's thoughts (part 2)

Omkara couldn't focus on his new piece of sculpture. He kept trying to mould the clay into the desired shape but it wasn't right. All he could think about was how beautiful his wife looked on the day of the Maha aarti. He cursed himself for the lack of courage he possessed. Until now he never understood why his dadi chose Aisha for him, but now it was crystal clear. Aisha had somehow managed to make her way into his seemingly normal life and turned it completely around. She didn't just change his life but the life of the other family members, even Choti ma was fond of Aisha!

Aisha had become his everything in such a short period of time, she was right next to his love for art. He loved the way she was able to make people open up to her about anything. When she walked into a room, she sucked all the sadness out of it. His brothers loved her especially Rudra, He ran behind her calling her bhabhi the whole day. Om loved the fact that she was so passionate about her work, she was a doctor who didn't just treat people with medicines but also healed them with her compassionate ways.

Om's thoughts drifted to the day of the Maha Aarti, He couldn't believe his eyes when Aisha walked towards him and Dadi. She was looking like a dream, an artist's muse. Her long chocolate brown hair framed her heart shaped face. Her eyes were like caramel. Om got lost in them every time he looked at them. She was wearing the white and golden saree that dadi had gifted her. She was looking ethereal and her smile was a cherry on a cake. How was he supposed to pay attention to anything else with her looking like that?

Then out of nowhere Rudra spoke up " Om Bhai, Aaj toh aapka focus sirf Bhabhi pe hone wala hai, but don't worry mein hu na I will help you if you can't manage to get your words out."

"Rudra esa kuch nahi hai, mein toh bas ese hi."

Dadi said " Aisha tumpe yeh saree bahut achi lag rahi hai"

" Thank you, dadi...after all apki hi toh choice hai" replied Aisha

Om always noticed the way Aisha stole glances at him. After Aisha left, Dadi went to Om and told him " Om tumne Abhi tak Aisha ko bataya kyu nahiki tum use kitna pyaar karte ho? Yeh, toh bata do ki vo kitni achi lag rhi hai aaj...zyaada der mat karna...dil ki baat batado."

" ha, dadi aap sahi keh rahi ho, mein baat karta hu use aaj."

I have to tell her today thought Om. But as the evening wore on he never got the chance to talk to Aisha alone. Then, frustrated with his problem, he pulled Aisha aside from the crowd and took her to the side. Aisha was new to this kind of behaviour coming from Om. She looked up at Om and asked him "Kya Hua, tum muje yaha kyu kheech ke laye.?

She was looking up at him with her doe-shaped eyes and a cute scrunched up face and that was the end of Om's thinking capacity. He couldn't think straight and lost all courage to say anything to her that evening.

The sound of thunder pulled Omkara out of his thoughts. He saw that the clay he was using had completely dried up. He realised there was no use now. He was just going to have to make his sculpture later. Her thoughts had taken over his mind.

So how was it? Let me know...😊