RiKara SS - You and I Collide [COMPLETE] pg 63(19/4) - Page 34

If you get your happily ever after without first tackling witches and fire breathing dragons, that's sort of incomplete right?

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Chapter 15

Bitter truth

The crisp rays of sun peering through the blinds woke him up. Omkara opened his eyes and closed them immediately, his mind blank, wondering what Gauri was doing with her head on his shoulder, or how his arm ended up wrapped around her. Then her words from the night before resurfaced.

"Stay with me." She had said. They were still snuggled close on the sofa, fallen asleep hugging each other. Her hair was a mess, and her lips tugged upwards in some dreamy smile. She looked young and peaceful. Peace was something alien on her face. He found himself drawn to her once more, his eyes drinking in her sleeping features. Those thick lashes, soft lips, unblemished complexion - there was no doubt she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, but then again, her beauty was only a part of the attraction she had over him. There were still traces of that pain on her expression, she was lonely; that was something he could understand better than anyone else.

His mobile beeped and Omkara realized for the first time why Shivay always ended up throwing his phone away; that damn thing really had a bad timing! Shifting slowly, so as to not wake her up, he checked his phone, and cursed immediately. He had been a fool, alright!

Kin or not he is my hero; the article read. Rudra Singh Oberoi addresses the media after the scandal that broke out recently.

It is not everyday you get to meet the blue eyed prince of the Oberois, or hear his side of the story. For gossip sites, Rudra Singh Oberoi is not a stranger, nor is his party habits vastly unknown. However in a recent press conference the young Oberoi scion broke his silence about the recent news concerning his family in a very heartwarming manner.

"I know why you are here," he had said addressing the press. "You're here to hear the truth, which I will be giving you, and then, you must stop making us heroes of your primetime drama. Mine is a family, just like yours. There are mistakes, there are secrets, they are incidents that we are not proud of. But unlike yours, my family makes it to breaking news, into evening tea discussion of every household, into the gossips that makes it hard for us to breath.

My brother is hospitalized. He is in a critical condition and someone breaks the news to the media that his DNA doesn't match with us, that he is adopted and the attack on him was planned by one of the family members to throw him off the running for the Oberoi group's chairmanship. To solidify the statement, they come up with a video of our old caretaker, admitting to the fact.

My question to you is, how does it matter?

I'm not my father to barb about how my home is a paradise, which it has never been. Everybody knows nothing is well between my parents, each and every week one of them makes it into the news with some new scandal. It hurts but it is true. And my brother had been by my side through each and every one of those fiascos. He was the one who literally brought us up, he is the shelter we run to at troubled times. My brother, is my brother, whether or not we are related by blood.

I don't understand how someone can speculate that we would want to harm him? When he was the one who has shielded us against every harm. That we would want him out of our lives, when he is the sole reason we are alive. I'm not going to bring up proof to prove our love for him, for then there would be no difference between the person who wants to break us apart and us, but I want everyone to know this.

Shivay Singh Oberoi had been the oldest son of Oberoi dynasty and he will continue to be so, whatever anyone might say. The day my brother walks out, me and Omkara would follow. There has never been a fight between us, and there shall never be.

I'm not concerned about anything else, but my brother's health at the moment. I'm waiting for him to wake up, and hug me like he used to. I'm praying for that moment and I hope you too will include him in your prayers, not in your gossip mills."

"Rudra," Omkara muttered to himself, after he had managed to bark orders to Khanna asking him to return to his brother immediately. When had he grown up so much? "You sensitive fool!" But he was feeling so proud of his youngest sibling. When he had left the family on his shoulders Omkara had not expected him to handle everything so well. Truly, Rudra had proved himself in the best way possible. He could see the tide off public opinion turning through the social networking sites, with that one utterly honest confession he had gained the complete public sympathy. There were no more articles about the leaked video, or talks about Shivay's adoption issue. He sighed, running a nervous hand through his messed up hair.

"I think you should go," a voice brought him back to his surrounding. Omkara turned slowly, to find that Ri had woken up, sure, his argument with Khanna had been loud enough. She had her hair gathered to a knot at the base of her neck and was pulling up her jacket. "Your brother might need you." He didn't say anything, as he watched her fish around for her mobile and check the time. "I think I'd better get going, or else Ragav might throw a tantrum."

"Why?"

"I'm getting engaged tonight," she raised an eyebrow and said matter of fact-ly. ""Thanks for last night Omkara." She had almost walked past him when he swiftly caught her wrist and held her back.

"Are you still thinking of marrying that guy?" He asked her, his eyes narrowed. She smiled bitterly.

"Do you have a better option?"

"You can't -" he gulped. "Marry him."

"Pray tell me why?" She placed a hand over his heart and he reluctantly acknowledged its uneven pace.

"Because I - because he is dangerous." He changed the track in mid way and Ri blinked.

"I can handle him. I have to." Her tone sounded resigned. Then she held his gaze. "We've already discussed this, why I'm doing this, why I have to."

"Please," he did not know where the word came from. His hand reached out to take hers. "Don't destroy yourself."

Ri squeezed his hand, her eyes focused on their laced fingers.

"You're doing the same thing, for your family." She smiled again. "Sometimes we don't have any other choice. It's better to fight than give up."

"I -"

She covered his lips with her finger tips, her eyes shimmering with a sheen of tears.

"Don't make this difficult for both of us, by saying things we can't hold on to." Her words were a mere whisper. "Whatever we had was good, the memories are still warm. But it can't go on, both you and I have other obligation to deal with. I was selfish last night, drunk and stupid, but it's a new day. And the reality is still unchanged. I need to go, we need to stop."

Acting on impulse she hugged him, her petite frame flushed against his torso, top of her head hardly reaching his chin. Breathing him in she smiled. Some good byes were bittersweet, and some scars beautiful. He was her first love; that he will never know.

"Have a good life Omkara."

Then before he could rise his arms and hug her back, or say anything in reply, she was gone. For a long while more, he stood there unmoved, a single drop of tear trailed down his cheek.

He only realized it later, but she could have been his chance at true love.

"Good bye Gauri," he muttered to no one in particular.

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