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**This is an AU between a jilted, and thus hardened Omkara and a former lover who's got her own reasons. She can be Ishana, or whomever you wish to imagine. The choice is up to you. Just a thought that came to my mind after seeing Kunal's new hairdo & the new 50 Shades soundtrack. Hope you like it. -A
It's just a cruel existence like it's no point hopin' at all. //
The door creaked open, and she heard footsteps that were all too familiar. Ones she that realized, surprisingly, she had missed.
She didn't have to turn around, she'd recognize those measured footsteps any day. The cool brush of air he brought in with him, his silent fire burning sensation that encapsulated the room.
"Quite frankly...I didn't think you'd come." She smiled, finally rising from the exquisite velvet sofa in a hotel room that was far too big for her alone.
With her back still faced to him, found his eyes through the mirror and smiled.
Though with him in the equation, and their history...this room might just be too small.
"I'm not quite the one known for breaking promises, my lo..." Omkara Singh Oberoi, cut himself off, dressed and speaking like a true Oberoi. His face had hardened over the past few years, his jaw seemed perpetually clenched. The whimsical smile she always seemed to find on his face, without fail, was gone. With no remnants, as if it had never been there.
Hair neatly slicked back, he'd let go of his casual and carefree ways. Not a single thing was out of place, be it his 3 piece suit or his impeccable shoes. She always worried about what'd happen when Om left Omkara, but she didn't quite mind the grown man who screamed power, dominance, and masculinity. She missed her old, innocent Om. But she allowed herself to fancy this new, awakened lion of sorts.
"You understood what you wanted to," she said simply, unmoved by his accusations. They didn't bother her. Actually no, that was a lie. She'd taught herself to believe they didn't.
Today was not about settling the score. Today was not about trying to repair what they'd broken. It wasn't even about nostalgia, or even fondness for that matter.
Today was about her, and what she wanted. What she needed. And the one man that could give it to her.
Finally turning around, she met his hardened gaze. But the emotion he almost successfully hid, was glimmering in his eyes. He still cared. The thought gave her hope she'd renounced years ago.
Incredulous at the galls of this woman, he defied the right with which she denounced his anger. "You left me, no actually 'left' is too...gentle," he said mockingly, "far too gentle of a word for what you said. You severed it. You..."
"Maybe if instead of wallowing in self-pity, which let's face it Om you thoroughly enjoy, you tried to seek..." she stopped herself from allowing any rush of worthless emotions. She didn't care what he knew, or didn't know for that matter.
It was time to get to the point, her request. Ridiculous by all standards and measures, she was going to allow herself to be unreasonable this one last time. One last time before she burned everything she's ever felt into the pyre. "Anyways, again, I'm surprised you even showed up. Especially considering this...entitled rage. Agreeing to make love to the woman that wronged yo--"
She was cut off by a sudden push to the wall, "You think I ENJOY the living hell my life's become?I'm sure you can tell my love, I WAS f**kING THRILLED to have my heart ripped out and handed to me," he finally gave into the rage.
She was stunned at the unfamiliar growl in his voice, this wasn't the saintly Om she remembered. But before she could dig any deeper into her memory, his hands had already dug deep into her hair. He moved quickly, but made sure she saw every last minute detail on his eyes as his lips made their way to hers. The kiss was as urgent and aggressive, nothing like she'd remembered.
She needed this, needed him. She needed to be with the only man she's loved, one last time, before she was neatly packaged and sold off in the name of marriage to another.
For one brief moment in the travesty that is life, she wanted to be selfish. To not give a f**k about what was right and just be with the only man she'd ever wanted.
She unabashedly wrapped her legs around his waist, latching on in the familiar nooks and crannies of his body and she dissembled the suit that was obstructing her view.
The urgency with which he wanted her made him want to scream in anguish, anger, and undeniable pleasure. Why had she made it so that they'd never have this togetherness, that felt so right, forever? The questions plagued him, and for once he'd take her up on the challenge. "Don't be mistaken my love, I'm here for my own interests," he said pulling down the straps of her dress, allowing it to pool at her feet.
They trudged their way to the bedroom, before he lay her before him, trying not to look at her as if she was his most prized possession.
Pulling down her panties with a sinful little smirk, as his long luscious hair fell forward, "I'm here to get some answers," he trailed his way up her body biting her earlobe as he made it to her face. She moaned, caressing his beard, "I think you'll have to try harder than that..."
He laughed. Though it was now a deeper, more controlled, and sinfully sexy chuckle. "I haven't even started," he whispered as she let his long hair loose and wild. Just like himself.
As unaffected as she seemed, she was indeed worried for the secrets she'd guarded with her for so long.
She wondered in perhaps she'd tempted the saint...a bit too far.
Though of course she'd been given no time to dwell on the topic as her attention had swiftly, and possessively, been demanded elsewhere.
// I don't wanna live forever,
'cause I know I'll be living in vain
'cause I know I'll be living in vain
And I don't wanna fit wherever...
I just wanna keep calling your name.
Until you come back home //
-Aashiqui
I just wanna keep calling your name.
Until you come back home //
-Aashiqui
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