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Just fifteen more minutes! Omkara consoled himself looking into his wrist watch every other second. He hated the business of deals, money and lavish celebrations and always managed to escape but it was in critical moments like these that he had to succumb to his name. After all he is and will always be the "OMKARA SINGH OBEROI. The elder son of Tej Singh Oberoi, the man who changed the fate of Oberoi's in business with his methods. Omkara howsoever hated that man as a family person but never denied that he is freaking good entrepreneur but today it was not for him but his brother Shivaay that he was wasting his time.
Shivaay had organized a press conference and so celebration over his victory of a deal against the age old business rivals Rana's. Om knew that it was his brother's ego winning against anything and everything but he had seen him lose appetite and sleep in the last three months. He was genuinely happy today but also mad thinking about how he will have to stay awake in the wee hours to complete his assignments ... he was not obsessive about figures of the world currency ... but very passionate and so particular about his own art. Yeah it was not urgent for his part to complete and deliver the orders but he knew the truth of himself ... his creative curiosity is not going to let him sleep.
Ten more minutes! Ten more minutes! His brain was happy dancing. He was going to leave the whole pomp and show as soon as Shivaay is done with his triumphant speech which he had memorized in one whole night ... Om looked at Rudra who was very happy flirting with every kind of girl, had enough of fruit punch stocked and served and was now roaming around with his camera to record everything ... from the Oberoi clan to the staff to the color of curtains in the venue ... literally everything. Even when Dumbbell Oberoi was having the time of his life ... Omkara was determined to become the Run - Away Oberoi ... something which he always did.
For now what was attention seeking was the blackout on stage and then the blue silver spotlight outlining her petite frame ... she was wearing an embellished floor length dress ... the gorgeous shade that of any peacock was more favorite to him now. She stood in a posture inclining her lower. Gazing on the floor. It was not her features but the way she managed to carry herself made him inquisitive ... the only thought striking his mind was how can any god give away the right of being the most beautiful to a single human being? Suddenly an urge to thank his brother resurfaced him ... god ... she was someone worth his poetry, worth his art ... worth his time he thought. How could she be?
Romantic music filled the air but the ghungooroos encircled and knotted at her ankles garnered more attention ... their sound was precise and sharp and never off the beat. He had heard such sound before ... that of more than two hundred tiny bells beautifying the cadence of her feet. Her heels worked as if they did possess no resistance. Her expressions were taking away life from him and the way her wrists and fingers moved ... they were so very well used to it, practiced. Now that she had flawlessly spun around the stage for more than thirty times ... he was about to faint and she disappeared in another blackout ... these were blissful three minutes of his life offering the kind of peace that only his art was able to do for him ... just till a few moments ago.
He hesitantly walked inside the green room of the backstage where she was busy untying her ghungooroos ... Aaapka performance bohot achha thha ... that is all he managed to say to her. She looked up being interrupted with a man's voice who seemed like a mountain from her perspective. She had had to sit down but why was he standing in front of her all mesmerized? She was sure that she did not learn any H of hypnotism and moreover what was he doing?
Aapka naam kya hain? She decided to ask to begin with. You black spot on courteousness ... introduce yourself fool! His brain cursed him ... I am OMKARA, he spoke diligently. Thank god she managed to know the names of each and every member of the Oberoi clan. What is your name? He asked wanting to have a conversation ... aap humme nahi jaante? She asked raising her brow. Was he supposed to know her? Have they met before? He was sure not at all! She leaned against a side table stretching her arm to hand over the invitation card to him ... function toh aap hi ke ghar ka hai na!
Seeing the invitation card ... he hated everything about it! The material, the color, the print ... everything! He opened it to learn that she is Gauri Sharma ... a danseuse from Bareilly. She was right that it was an Oberoi event but him being him ... he did not even bother himself with having a look at the invite which reflected his brother's dynamic urge to finish everything ... he had finished the invitation card also. Om saw her continuing with freeing her ankles from the heavy bells ... blood had rushed tracing her skin. He really wanted to ask her how was she okay in such pain?
Next time aapko kisise milna ho toh please darwaza knock karke jaayiega ... he saw her carefully enclosing the heavy string of ringing beads in a loop of her finger to tie them properly ... round about as they looked picturesque. He knew he had to leave ... embarrassed as he was ... after the first unexpected encounter he was determined to go home and drown in the pool ... no no no ... owing to ShivIka romancing ... he had a better option, to go and drown in his bath tub. He knew he behaved an absolute STUPID KARA!
Later in the night he continued staring at the seven inch screen of his tablet to play and replay the gorgeous her, he explored minute details of her expressions, body language and skill. All thanks to Rudra. Her body being so alert of each and every movement like every nerve and muscle is co-operating to suit her elegance. There was an air and flair around her. The whatsoever happens but I own the world kind of flair'. The finesse of her mind and body was so interesting. It was his resolution to see her again ... he wants to know her, she has to know him. She was here to stay for two more days and one more Oberoi celebration. Curious about her mystical presence he drifted to peaceful slumber.
It was 7:30 in the morning when he tried to push the key into the space of his door in his drowsy state. Surprisingly the door was open ... how was that even possible? He never allowed anybody in his personal space. He entered thinking it might be Rudra after his last's nights fruit punch hangover but ooh la la ... god was stanch to astonish him and he felt it to be a great morning.
The very person he wished to acquaint in his dream was very well practicing in from of his eyes. The layering of her yellow anarkali suit was looking so instructive ... he wanted to paint her. It was after a good round of fifty single heeled spins that she could not oppose the idea of falling on the floor, hardly breathing. Paani peelo ... she heard a familiar voice and saw a hand offering her a bottle. She looked to see the same mountain ... NO! ... she had decided to not call him a mountain because it was home to her Shankarji also, well maybe the cousin of PETRONAS TOWERS then?!?!?!
Aap yaha kyon aaye hai? She asked sipping the water after calming down her breathing pattern. Gauri this is MY studio apartment ... main kaam karta hoon yaha! She was stunned to know. Woh dar asal hum jis jagah par practice karne waale thhe waha Shivaay sir ki koi urgent meeting hain ... wohi humme yaha chhodkar gaye thhe ... par unhone toh kaha thha ke yaha par koi bhi nahi aaega! Her heart was dipping and diving in emotions expecting Omkara's anger. Mere bhai ne sach kaha thha Gauri ... yaha koi nahi aataa ... I never allow anybody.
Her throat choked. Please humme maaf kar dijiye, hum aapko pareshaan nahi karna chaahte ... hum chale jaate hain ... tata bye. Panic welled up inside her. Ruko Gauri... please shaant ho jaao aur mujhe koi problem nahi hai agar tum yaha practice karna chaaho ... he blocked her way to clarify and she was fumbling. Why will he have a problem anyway ... afterall he was so desperate to meet her! For the polite and righteous man he came across to be... she felt good.
Gauri tum yaha pehli baar aayi ho please baitho ... he insisted making her sit and then came to her with two big mugs of creamy hot coffee. He could imagine his heart cheerleading for him with glittery pompoms. He was so excited making a mental note that he will cook white sauce pasta for Shivaay. She did not look at him, the situation was getting awkward. Tumne apne ghungroo kyon nahi baandhe? He referred to her practice. Woh humme laga aas paas ke sab log pareshaan ho jaaenge she answered only to learn that the walls were sound proof. Again a dramatic silence crept in.
Aap yaha kya kaam karte hain? She asked to ease the situation. Omkara wanted smash his head with Rudy's dumbbells. Why did he not tell her till now that he is Artist Kara! His brain was waltzing in his head ... his heart was admitting that he is a hopeless fool. Kuch nahi ho sakta tumhara ... Omkara !!!
He got up to make way for her pointing towards a closed door. He opened it and she was thrilled to see the jumbled empty cans of paint, pieces of wood, sand & clay and the splatter of various colorful textures on the white emulsion of the wall. All the color and creativity made her so happy. She rushed around the room to see his sculptures, the paintings and his woven canvases. He chuckled in awe when she stopped by a semi formed moorti of Ganpati bappa to pray and apologize ... Gannu ji aap apne bauji ko humaari taraf se gaj bhar ke sorry bolna ... hum aaj agarbatti nahi kar paaye! He was so sure he could kill for innocence like that.
After all her bargain was over with Ganeshji ... she walked towards a damp sculpture. It just looked like a big ball of clay painted red. She kept her hand on it to feel the moisture ... it was his work in progress. Aap toh bilkul humaare jaise hai Omkara ji. She made a self-assured statement with his favorite smile. He was elated that beyond her opinion even she felt that they have a connection. He walked towards her just nodding positively. Both of them just looked at each other ... it felt like relief.
Hey Sankarji!!! Humme jana hoga Omkaraji ... humme auditorium jaake stage technicals practice karne hai ... she announced as her tongue burned because of coffee which was still hot. Reluctantly he was ready to let her go. She picked up her bag and was about to open the door when he called her to stop, held her hand and kept the duplicate key of her apartment on her palm ... tumhara jab mann kare ... tum yaha aa sakti ho Gauri ... he enchanted her. How was he able to trust her so much? He did not fail to notice the traces of his red paint on her palm even some stuck clay ... tumpar bhi mera rang chadhne laga hai Gauri ...
He was scraping off the extra paint from his sculpture when his Swiss knife declined to move owing to the melodious jingle, her ghungooroos. He walked out to see that she had walked in ... meeting her in the morning he had actually not expected her in the evening but he was happy realizing that she confided in him. Hum Ghungooroo baandhke practice karenge Omkaraji ... she told him sitting down to tie them as he observed her method and then recalled even he has to finish some very urgent work.
He finished scraping access and then turned to splash paint on blank canvas. Her footwork became vigorous with her eyes following her angles. He ran his palm across the blue, purple and black dripping from the white base. She intensively rediscovered the space of his room every inch and corner. He rubbed his thumbs against the paint so harshly that the red of his blood seeped in the material. She continuously spun on her heal to complete more than fifty spins and then collapsed on the floor. Raw vehemence smiled.
She closed her eyes and inhaled some fresh air as they strolled in the garden. After their energy demanding work sessions ... it was his idea to relax and it worked wonders for her. So Miss Sharma tell me about the art of you, his tone malleable. I am a born dancer! She told him about how her mother was a dancer and that is how she has inherited and learnt the art. She posed the same questioned and he explained how he chose his passion over business of family, his yearning for ingenuity made her admit that she was so right ... they are two souls alike!
Continuing his work he chose to stay back in his studio for that night. He was busy shaving wood when he heard a knock at the door ... god forbid nothing should be wrong! He prayed, it was 11 p.m. he opened the door to see Gauri, her face horrified red and she looked distressed... she walked in the moment he opened the door with her bag ... What happened? Om asked scared. I don't feel right staying alone ... can I please stay in your place she asked sounding shattered. He saw her eyes brimming. I have never stepped out of Bareilly alone ... she gulped. Go and rest Gauri he pointed towards the bedroom door freeing her hand from her bag.
Something was definitely wrong ... he was sure. She seemed to be a different person altogether. It was dual personality. More than anything else seeing her in such state of mind was breaking his ribs ... piercing them in his heart ... synonymous to his chest pain. He decided he will talk to her the next morning ...
He was not able to sleep that night because his heart surrendered to Gauri's night stay plan and his brain capitulated to the different textures of embossing on foil. She came to stand behind him ... yeh kya kar rahe hain aap? She enquired trying to understand the marked motifs. In his possessive streak ... he did not look at her but held her hand to make her step forward. She was freshly bathed with skin that looked vulnerable ... moist lips and droplets of water trickling down her wet strands ... but he admiteed that he did not like her without that stroke of kohl.
Tum theek ho? He asked caressing her knuckles ... Aapko humaari itni chintaa karne ki zarurat nahi hai Omkaraji ... she softly spoke. Maine kuch poocha Gauri! Anger seeped in him. Bohot ghabraahat ho rahi thhi humme ... samajh mein nahi aayaa kya kare isiliye aapke paas chale aaye ... speaking she tilted her head in such a adorable way.
It was not even thirty minutes before that she had gone for her stage rehersals and was being terribly mssed. Having finished a major part of his order he picked his car keys to rush to the auditorium. The thought of seeing her perform forced butterflies in his stomach. He reached the stage but she was nowhere to be found ... tension was heaving in his nervous system recalling her pale face of last night. Where was she?
He recklessly ran from in between the chairs to the tangled wires of the music system to the green rooms. After intruding the makeup artist and the hair stylist in two consecutive rooms ... he rushed into the third one to see Gauri lying unconscious on the floor and Rudra beating the pulp out of a pot bellied man, Omkara recognized him to be Mittal, One of the business associates of Tej. Not wanting to think about what went wrong he picked up Gauri and took her to the hospital.
Ma'am are you sure you have given all the details? The lady constable asked Gauri for the fifth time and Om lost his level of patience. Madam she has spoken everything in decent decodable human language ... please make a note ... title it ATTEMPT TO RAPE and leave! The police woman tried to argue ... she is saying she safe, her medical reports say she is still a virgin, what do you want to know more??? Omkara fired her. He opened the door for her to leave.
This newly found aspect of his personality scared Gauri till the bottom of her heart. She began to silently weep even more. Gauri please aise ro o mat ... he cupped her face to wipe her tears ... main hoon yaha tumhaare paas ... tum theek ho ... sab theek hai ... Omkara tried to console her.
Humaari maa ek rakhel thhi ... aur hum unhini iss manmaani kaa ek najayaz nateeja.Buri aurat nahi thhi woh bass majboor thhi ... aur humme bachana chahti thhi poori duniya ki nazron se ... isiliye school bhi nahi jaane diya ... ek poori zindagi mein apni kala se sivvay humme kuch nahi sikha paai. Khud toh humme chhodkar chali gayi par unki sachhai ne humara jeena mushkil kar diya ... she told the bitterest truth of her life to Omkara ...
He felt disgusted realizing how Mittal was one of her mother's clients and now recognized her to be in the same business ... he tracked her, trapped her and harassed her. The very reason that she dashed into his place in the night. Omkara who had thought that god has cursed him with the most evil fate ... was shattering to smithereens understanding her life ... without saying a word ... he embraced her so tight that the tenacity of her bones was about to give up. Tum aaraam karo main mere lawyer se milke aataa hoon ... he walked out being sure about how he was going to slow poison Mittal in the legal system.
Omkara's heart was breaking ... his brain gave up functioning. Where on the earth was Gauri? She was not in the hospital ... not in his apartment. Where was she? he held his phone to call her but what caught his eye were the tabloid notifications of his engagement with Ridhhima ... Shivaay made an official announcement with the Oberoi seal and stamp. Many text messages congratulated him and there was this text message from an unknown number ... Aapke pariwaar waale bata rahe thhe ke aapki shaadi hone waali hai, humne news mein dekha ... bohot bohot badhaai ho ... Please humme maaf kar dijiye ... ek pal ke liye humaari zindagi ki asliyat bhool haye thhe ... He knew that was Gauri whose phone number declined to exist now.
Om called Shivaay. Hey brother ... congratulations! Did you like my surpise? Shivaay was gleaming happiness. Omkara was dead convinced about how his brother is going to get a good piece of mind but that time was not right now ... Where is Gauri? Om asked him. She left for Bareilly after collecting her pay check, Shivaay told Om ... WHY? Om was shouting now! Om uski mom beemar hai isiliye she arranged another performer and left. Om closed his eyes in defeat ... her mother is DEAD!
All thanks to Shivaay that Gauri was able to take his chopper for a ride back to her home ... what was she even thinking? That Omkara has a connection with her? That she can dare to even feel for him? She was absolutely forgetting the truth of her origin ... the suffocating difference of their lives. She knew she would hopelessly love him anyway but she wanted to run away... to a place where she belonged and it was going to take just a few minutes more ...
It was not just Gauri who tried escaping to Bareilly ... Omkara was hell bent on making sure that she does not. Even he took more choppers to Bareilly along with Khanna and a troop of Oberoi security personal. Landing in Bareilly he did not understand anything but was determined to find Gauri who was forcing herself in trouble ... he asked every passerby about her showing her photo until he got a call from Khanna. Sir Gauri ji is in the lakshmi nagar chowk ... many people are threatening her ... we are trying to help her out ... Hum bacha lenge unko ... even before Khanna could finish ... Omkara drove to wherever the chowk was...
With blistered feet ... she ran across bits of glass scattered across the road to save her life ... to save herself to be obstruct by him. She was not able to react ... very much frightened because of the goons. Even though furious in the moment ... he held her protectively. Saahab iss ladki ko chhod dijiye ... ise Thakur saahab mangwa rahe hai ... some people yelled at Om ... he hid her behind him ... iski shaadi hai aaj ... thaakur saahab aur unke bhai isse dulhan banaaenge ... Gauri kahi nahi jaaegi ... Omkara screamed and then hammered the pulp out of all of them ...
Iss chirraiyya ke liye itni maarpeet karne ki zarurat nahi hai ... yeh bik chuki hain ... a female voice tried to stop him. That was Gauri's mausi. All of this was filthier than Om had imagined but now he had to finish the show because of her brave attempt of eloping. Shaadi hain uski ... agar thaakur saab se nahi hui toh koi nahi karega! Mausiji warned Om which actually became a cue enough.
He picked up Gauri tightening her against his chest to walk around fire that was actually set up to burn her ... she was protesting trying to pull his hair ... hit him but everything seemed useless .she slapped him immediately after he let her feet touch the ground after seven devout rounds, that did not stop him from sanctifying her in his name ... with his blood. Aap ko andaza bhi hain key eh kya kiya aapne? She tried punching him hard into the chest and he took hold of her into him ... tumhari zindagi ki asliyat badaldi maine ... he whispered against her lips ... her heart knew the truth... she gave up into him
So friends should I do a part two for this?
Cricket
Udne Ki Aasha
Veer Hanuman
Anupamaa
