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Hi everyone! This is supposed to be an OS. After Svetlana is gone and everything. I do hope you understand what I've written (this is a rough draft and I'm VERY sleepy).
I might actually write more on this! Sound off in the comments!
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She stares at the framed picture in her hands, her fingers tracing the curved edges of it. Her heart still goes crazy when she looks at him, a lifeless picture of Omkara to be precise. The crowd outside is still making a huge noise but the sound of her own fluttering heart is enough to drown it.
This has been her routine now. Get ready, do her show, come back and stare at his picture for some minutes before going back to pretending he doesn't exist anymore.
A knock reminds her of her surroundings prompting her to hastily put the frame back in her bag.
"Yes, Jenna?" Her team knows she doesn't like company after a show so this disturbance has to be about something important.
"Ma'm, our new client is here to meet you. He's the one you have signed the deal with," Jenna informs her. She simply nods with a soft sigh, face slipping with practiced ease behind a mask of ice.
But nothing prepares her for the sight of the person who walks in the door just a moment later. Even after the time that has lapsed, the time she has spent looking at his pictures, he somehow manages to take her very breath away.
He still looks the same. The same long hair, dark eyes and the usual leather bands around his wrist. The very sight of him is enough to knock the breath out of her. Somewhere, from deep inside herself though, she manages to find the strength to look steadily in his eyes.
"Omkara." his name is a hushed sound on her lips.
There are not so subtle changes in her though, he notices. The first one being her hair, which is just an inch shorter than his own. Long bangs reach her eyes, almost making up for the devoid left by the kohl. She looks the same as she does in the millions of pictures he has seen on the internet. Yet she is nothing like the paintings of her that he has stashed in a remote corner of his art studio.
But she still looks heart-wrenchingly beautiful even with cold eyes.
He doesn't acknowledge the sound of his name. His eyes stay locked with hers, quite stunned at the way her gaze doesn't waver from his.
"How-"
This time he interrupts her. "Please don't ask how I found you. Finding famous people is usually quite easy."
"Especially if you are an Oberoi," she flicks some of her bangs out of her eyes. A tense silence follows her jab before she speaks again,"But that wasn't what I was about to ask. I was actually wondering how you've been doing."
He looks surprised at it for a moment before slipping back behind his nonchalant mask. "Good. I've been better though," he moves around to pick up the stylish bottle of her favoured perfume placed on the dressing table.
She doesn't answer even as questions burn in her throat.
"You sing quite well,"he says a moment later, placing the bottle back on its place.
"I had a good teacher," she follows his movements with her eyes.
"One you're set to marry soon, if the tabloid reports are to be believed," he turns to face her again.
This time, her carefully set resolve trembles a little. Ofcourse he believes all the crap they write about her, she tells herself. He has always believed everything anyone has had to say about her. Except for what she herself said.
"I remember someone saying girls get married only once in their community," his compelling eyes challenge her.
"And someone claimed to hate the very sight of me with a vow to never ever see me again. But here we are,aren't we?" she says with a quick flash of smile that doesn't reach her eyes. He has the audacity to stare at her with unashamed gaze.
"You are still Mrs. Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi," he states the fact with dark eyes pinned to hers. She sucks in a sharp, painful breath at the way the name rolls off his lips. Still, she stands rooted to the spot, pinned by his eyes.
"Iss shaadi ko nahi maante hum," the words come tumbling out in a rush, the same words he has thrown at her several times. Regret and pain cut deep into her even as she utters them.
His head reels back, shocked at her statement. People change, he knows that. But this Gauri isn't the Gauri he knew. "That's new. So this is what fame has done to you?" he strikes with cruelty.
"No, this is what being realistic does to a person," she takes a step back from him finally. His shoulders stiffen visibly while a muscle works in his jaw. Almost as if he's holding himself back from yelling at the top of his voice.
"You are being delusional. You can't forever run from the truth," he growls.
"I realised that harsh reality of life the day you asked me to leave. That was the last day of me being delusional. I've started turning around and facing the truth since then," she smartly turns his words around to him. The harsh words leave a deep gash on him.
"The reality is that you are still married to me," he grounds out with frustration. This wasn't his Gauri, not at all. This woman was someone else.
"Now you are being delusional!" she lets out a bitter short laugh.
"Just stating the fact," he manages to prevent himself from physically shaking her and demanding his Gauri back. "I need you to come back with me."
"Another Svetlana you can't handle?" the taunt leaves her before she even has the chance to think it through. There is a line that isn't to be crossed even between them and she wants to take the words back immediately. It is too late though.
The change that takes place on his face is instant as he turns from Omkara to the Omkara Singh Oberoi with glittering eyes that scream danger.
"You do know that I can destroy your little happy, all sunshine and rainbow world in minutes, don't you?" he says harshly with balled up fists. She's quite sure he will be hitting the wall outside after leaving.
"So you've taken up ruining careers as your new pastime? What happened to old fashioned slaying of a woman's character?" she doesn't use the word 'wife', something that doesn't go unnoticed by him.
Her words give way to a stunned silence between them that stretches on. The tension is enough to be sliced by a knife as his dark eyes stare at her. His body is visibly rigid, a storm going on in his eyes while she stares back at him defiantly.
The loud ringing of the phone brings them both back, two pairs of eyes darting around in search of their cellphones. In the end, the interrupting device turns out to be his.
"Shivaay," he answers it in a calm voice that doesn't give away anything of their confrontation. He listens quietly to his brother without an input from himself. Except for parting words,"I'll be there in ten."
All the while, his eyes stay glued to hers while she feels her heart hammer inside her chest. He takes an unwanted step back from her.
"We are not done here, Gauri. I'll be back," he lets her know as a parting fact.
"As far as I know, Omkara, we were done and dusted quite a long time back," she tells him, struggling to keep herself together. He gives his head a toss, a move that has her heart spinning, before locking the door behind him.
She turns around to face the mirror, taking in her own ashen face with eyes that clearly give up everything her heart is going through. She just hopes he has been blind enough to not notice her weakness. Her hand moves to her forehead slowly, pushing the bangs out of way for her to stare at the red mark that signifies the truth of his words.
"Kyunki woh humsafar tha..."
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There is room for more here. I might turn it into a fic. Let me know what you guys think! (do you like this idea?)
Chapter 1 : page 6 (all because of your amazing love and support! Thank you guys!)
Chapter 3: page 9
Chapter 4: page 12
Chapter 5: page 15
Chapter 6: page 19
Chapter 7: page 23
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