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Another lousy oneshot featuring our favourite couple with Gauri annoying Omkie. I found this while searching for my stock of NewTina. I swear I've had it long before watching yesterday's episode. I had absolutely zero idea that Omkara dislikes sweets. This actually came out of my own hatred of sweets.
(this is before Svetlana is exposed and all that) this hasn't been proofread, so please accept my apologies already!
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"I have an excellent idea," she announces excitedly as she enters their room.
He groans inwardly, trying very hard to not look at her.
"How about I fall down the stairs? We can blame her and then as you claim to love me so much, you'll be able to kick her out," she sounds quite pleased with her plan.
He rolls his eyes. "You have no idea how happy I am that Annika is not here."
"Why?" she walks over to him.
"Agar voh bhi yaha hoti tumhaare saath to mera saara waqt Svetlana ki jagah tum dono ke khidkitod' ideas rokne me chala jaata," this time he makes the mistake of looking up at her.
She has her lower lip between her teeth as she stares at one of his paintings on the easel. She looks drop-dead beautiful and everything he has kept under control since morning jumps up.
"Oh come on, itna bura plan bhi nahi hai!" she pouts.
"True. Except for the part where you fall off the huge staircase," he remarks.
"it can't be that bad," she bemuses, "a broken bone. Or two. Bas itna hi na?"
"Please stop thinking. And do not, do not fall off the stairs. What is that?" he asks with curious eyes set on the bowl in her hand.
"This? I made this for you," she explains in an overtly sweet voice. It is enough to set the alarms ringing in his head.
"I don't want it," he declines the offer immediately.
She leans forward, a tantalising smell of lavender and strawberries, to whisper, "Sshhh," She tilts her head to the open French windows where he can see his mother and aunt looking at the scene unfolding inside. The hushed sound serves as a signal these days for them, to alert each other of the presence of other family members.
"Fine," he says through clenched teeth. "Feed me," he adds the command just to unnerve her.
His suspicion heightens when she dips the spoon in the bowl wordlessly and raises it to his lips. But the overtly bright smile on her face is enough for him to open his mouth for her to feed him the kheer.
The moment it touches his tongue, he understands: it is extremely sweet, with the taste of sugar overpowering the taste of milk itself. He growls low under his breath, aware of the watchful eyes on them when she starts on the second spoonful. He lets her feed him begrudgingly, all the while thinking out ways to pay her back without resorting to physical means.
His control snaps when she smirks after feeding him the entire bowl,"This was for calling me tiny." she leans in to whisper, reminding him the words he uttered last night. His nostrils flare as the alluring scent invades his senses again; prompting him to take a hold of her hand and pull her in his lap.
"Omkaraji!" she yelps as she struggles to get back on her feet. A shudder runs through both of them at the contact.
Damn it, who was he kidding? He wants her, the desire for her runs through him faster than his blood. Maybe she was right on their first morning together. Maybe he has been trying to convince himself that this marriage meant nothing.
He breaks out of his thoughts when her fingers bunch up on his shoulder painfully.
"Let's put on a show for our audience," its his turn to smirk as he stares down at her.
"Please," she herself isn't sure whether she wants him to stop or can't wait for him to continue. Having him so physically close is deeply unsettling, their newfound proximities leading to a brand new level of awareness. All her senses stay finely tuned to him, aware of the tiny movements, the smell of his cologne strong where her head rests pressed against his shoulder.
His hand reaches up to rest on her thigh, the slight weight of his fingers scorch her skin through the fabric. A shiver of reaction passes through her from head to toe and she forces herself to maintain eye-contact, aware of people watching.
"Om..." She whispers his name and the very last shred of control leaves him at the way she utters the first syllable of his name.
Knotting one hand into the thick mass of her hair to hold her still, he pulls her in for a kiss. A sigh escapes him as his lips make contact with hers, it feels like coming home after a ong day. And it quite is, he muses, after all he has spent the whole day avoiding her like the plague.
Her determination to not respond to his kiss evaporates the moment his lips touch her and a moment later she is kissing him back, her other hand making it's way towards his hair to hold him close. His mouth tastes sweet, the taste of sugar intensifying her reactions.
His kiss softens at that, he gets carried away by the passion with which she responds, her lips opening up eagerly for his searching tongue. Her chest thumps with an unfamiliar emotion as he deepens the kiss, the pressure increasing subtly and tantalisingly until she is melting in his arms. Desire roars through him at at a savage pace and his hand moves up slowly to rest on her hip for a moment while the other twists itself in her hair in an attempt to pull her closer.
She digs her nails into his chest harder before wrenching her mouth off his. A deep, low groan escapes him at the loss of contact and she takes the chance to jump out of his arms. She stays on her unsteady feet with a flushed face, a good distance away from him as he looks at her with eyes ablaze with desire.
"I... they're gone," she races out of the room, trying very hard to ignore the way his eyes had looked at her.
He draws in a deep breath as the door clicks shut behind her; he is becoming a bit too used to having her soft mouth under his. A bit too familiar with the way her fingers feel in his hair. Something akin to pain shoots through him at the thought of their marriage ending soon and he shakes himself out of it.
This had escalated quickly, with feelings overtaking his very ability to differentiate between right and wrong. The very lines blur into each other, making it hard to understand what his exact feelings are. Because by now, however much he wants to brand it as lust or physical attraction, he is aware that there is something tiny, something unidentified under every touch. Something that he doesn't know, something he doesn't even want to know. This is foraying into dangerous areas, where his own body refuses to listen to him while his senses go haywire.
Ha takes a deep breath to calm himself down, already missing her presence as he shuts down all the recent thoughts in the box titled Mrs. Gauri.
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Let me know if you liked it! The ending is stupid and left open, I know!
PS: poor Jhanvi wasn't present for any of her kids wedding, I just realised! Tej deserves it though
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