RIKARA SS: SYMPHONY part 2 up 14aug

.hello to all forumwasis...
before, starting i am not silent reader of this forum as m posting my any work after almost two and half year.studies are taxing much.
my journey with ishqbaaz is also on and off as i watch till anshi wedding after that whole tia and pinky karnama is again very overbored and i start watching after in dil bole oberoi rikara marriage happen..so if something not gel with storyline just think m totally cluless about IB AND DBO...
i personally think there could be moreof omkara as he is my personal favourite character in IB .. the most layered , complex and simple one at the same time .. but i think gul destroyed it all..
again, gauri characterisation could be more.. cummon even my maid who never go to school talk clear hindi and pronouns some words of english correct.



above said lines are my personal thoughts so bashers shoo away.
i don't send pms so no need to add me.
if you can bear some dark stuff and real life touch so read it otherwise go find some other fairy tale as you get many here by wonderful writers.
i add character according to demand of story but most will be rikara specially P.O.V..

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SYMPHONY...

Majestic,

Harmony,

Synchrony,

Waver...

The chord of each note played over the stage is reaching to the very soul of each and every soul present in the hall of raj mahal. The synchronization of chords make out from her dainty fingers is creating havoc in the mind of every person and heart is dancing with joy. The harmony is creating the magic and filled the air with great and sacred feels. It is to be sacrilege on his part to think about better use of her fingers. The immense respect shown in the eyes of audience increases the range of punishment given to her later by him.

She is to be..

Hate,

Disrespect,

Tarnish,

She has no right to be loved by anyone but HIM..

Let her enjoy the respect and attention in the evening because later at night she is once again broken by him...

"Now this is not the end, it is not the beginning of the end, but it is perhaps the end of the beginning

Chapter 1

Pleasurable moans and silent tears

"Love is joy ..., do not convince yourself that sufferings is a part of it

Exasperation,

Annoyance,

Anger,

Vexation,

Irritation

Hampered,

Big failure

All he could feel for himself.

The scattered things and colors in the studio room are currently showing his frustrations. The once immaculate room of rajmahal is now the epitome of tardiness and his jeopardized thoughts. As he start giving the second coat of plaster of paris and plasticine to the statue to give it a final touch he once again lost to last night. Now, he doesn't need the rocket science to understand this feeling of his because it is happening from some time now. Initially, he can't able to put his finger on his sinful thoughts but now he say otherwise. Just the mention of last night excites his downstairs and he truly hates these feelings of his because once again he wants her. Once again he is not going to complete his work. The exhibition is going to happen next week and till now only forty percent work is done. People say right the omkara singh oberoi is lost and this new obnoxious singh oberoi is just a shadow of old one. All because of bane of his life certain gauri kumara Sharma.

As her fingers once again threaded with his, her inhibitions take a back door. Once again she accepts him without any conditions like always. The conservative gauri kumara Sharma who grow up in no boys atmosphere, studies in some balika vidhyalaya of bareily , always maintain a one arm distance with boys always felt herself unguarded when comes to this jatadhari hippie. All her faiths, beliefs, thoughts take a back seat and her body filled up with demands but she felt herself tied with his needs, anger and hates. The scorching demands are too high that she sidelines his poison and wait for pure ecstasy, completeness and something more poignant. She is so acoustic to his presence that nakedness in all open light of chandeliers never felt wrong as he is always ready to pin her be its his study, room , studio. All she wants to know till when she is able to cope up with him.

He always felt surprise with her fingers because the way they work on violin and produce wavers they work same on his body. He can't able to decipher that how the small dainty fingers of her create magic but he is too mature to let her know the way they work for him. As his lips descended on her weak spot, he start hating himself. The hampering of her breath, closed eyes and that small smile on her lips showing that she is drowned in the magic he created. As his tongue caressing her contour and hands are busy in measuring her derriere creating the havoc in her senses. All she could do is bend her spine and whimper underneath him once their limb entangle with each other under the sweaty sheets. Her encouraging moans mingled with his hot breath and creating a sensuous harmony. She webbed her fingers into his hairs in order to pull him back into her lips to show her encouragement and enthusiasm. he work upon her command by putting his lips onto her but just a simple pack to tease her because a wild gauri is something to leash his thirst. There are the beads of sweat formed on their body as mist and once again things remain foggy. The magic created by his tongue on her feminity she could die for. Beside her limb is shouting tiredness she want more of it, more of ecstasy, more of his. He pins down her hands and throws her into abyss where just their grunts and moans speak. He once again unfolds her territory by opening many fold and each fold throw them into a journey of fulfillment, completeness and satisfaction. All she could do whimper, sigh with ecstasy and left as a complete mess. The unison of their moans comes out as pure music to their ears. Still catching her lost breath she starts counting Because she know after this no kind loving words follows but his cruel and bitter words will out.

So, you enjoyed the party?

Yes, very... she replies cheerfully by ignoring his monotonous tone.

Of course, who won't after all you got all the attention of kings and princes of nearby forts. He accused her, his bitter tone is spewing venom. I see you are talking with srivastava very cheerfully so when are you going to warm up his bed, probably tomorrow since his wife is not there. But who cares because gauri Sharma warms anyone bed in presence of their wife too he sneered this time. His eyes reflecting red.. Anger it shows.

Did he forget red is the color of passion and love too which he shows her some time back too. She is still soaking his words into herself because now his words wont effect her emotionally as she stops crying months back but her weak heart is darted once again. But all she sees alien green emotion into his eyes.

If you forget let me remind you that you ban me to go outside from the confines of fort, she retort back. She glared him with accusation. Oh! So the caged bird getting died inside as she can't able to meet her new lover, he accused her back. Beside I bought you for myself so never forget that you are just a bloody mistress..he declared back. There is no need for shouting as if I want to forget it every day but you never let me...do you? She interrogates. Only she has this much courage in entire kalyaani nagar to answer him back and put forth her point without caring of his wrath.

Tell me where he touches you? Tell me did he full fills you like me, he again impose himself on her and pin her down by baring her with his legs. Tell me is he better than me?, he enter inside her with a hard push in order to vent out his anger. Tell me... why are you silent he shouted on her to get a reply.

Nothing,

Silence,

Frigid,

Tears,

Cold,

No sobbing,

Just tears...

It's always a undoing for him because she choose this way... it's humiliate his inside when she opt this silence. Why?

She is the one who wear happiness in her sleeves to spread then why she is always cold around him?

Did he snatch something from her..?

No, it's always her who snatches from him..?

He gives her his friendship.. Didn't he?

But she backstabs him.

Again, anger summoned inside him and his body is not ready to engulf it. Why should he alone suffer with it when it always two way round? She is more than him in this; she is the one who created it at first place so why he alone?

With the anger thrift thoughts he push himself in her with a power full stroke for a misty January night and she collapsed with loud moan..,, HUKUM..

Its omkara,

My name is omkara,

Omkara it is..

Omkara ...

Bloody omkara it is..

He threw his its-going-to-complete sculpture into the air to get its piece whose dust is still on air. Once again just remembering last night he broke one more. Why always her mere mention destroy things.. Like years ago,,,,,,,,,.

1400= words.. do share your thoughts about the chapter...

Chapter 2

v Past is in italics

Past demons and biting present

"Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: how could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?

Large,

Huge,

Big,

No, so big it is..

Beautiful,

Fantastic,

Fabulous,

Fantabulous,

Magnificent,

All the adjectives seem small to nine year old gauri when she first time laid her eyes on the rajmahal of kalyaani nagar. The counted adjective on her fingers seems just a small word to define this palace beauty. The gold iron polish entrance gate is saying the history of previous lineage. The whole pavement is covered with canopy of both sides tree. The dry fallen leaves crushed under her bare feet and give the chorus to her anklet sounds. This harmony of sounds excite little gauri and left her mother hand to create more sounds by jumping on it. The brighten yellowish color of rajmahal seen under sunlight suddenly change its color much too gauri annoyance. Now, the color seems pale white engraved with gold and silver embellishments.

If the entrance excite gauri then inside took her too surprise and she know she fall in love with this place. The walls are covered with bright colors of painting which are undersigned with Hindu mythology word om. The white silk curtains doubled with certain pale pink, pale blue and heavy golden color give it royal look. All she want to shout her name and want it to listen it back through echo but her mouth keep her hand on her mouth. The chandeliers show pieces, some ancient pots shouting t elegancy and rich taste of family. Suddenly her eyes catches the family portrait hung over the main wall of centre hall in which tej thakur, jhanvi thaukrein and two kids are smiling.. Must be their kids gauri concluded. The glittery eyes of boy and girl tell the tales of their happy childhood and life. Something she wants to have in her life...

What took you so late today shanty?.. a women who is wearing finer draper of metallic copper color sari along with some heavy oxidized jewellery like her mother. Of course thakurin jewellery is finer with more subtle working on it whereas her mother own just a temporary one.

Its gauri vacation starts today and I can't leave this naughty girl alone to invite any hurricane at home.. Her mother replied

Gauri pouted with this comment of her mother as all she do invite all her friend at home and dance till their feet ache.. Right but her mother has this ability to embarrass her in front of everyone who asks her about gauri... such a kindhearted mother she is.

Don't embarrass the poor girl at least you get to see your daughter everyday and here I wait all year to see my kids... jhanvi replies solemnly

Anyways first clean kids room as they will be here from tomorrow.. Jhanvi ordered

Her mother enter inside one of the room in the hallway for starting her work but before that she instruct her to don't touch anything here as its cost more to their lives and second don't wander like a queen to this place. The awestruck vibes she is getting from within self for this mahal take her to one of the room of first floor ... the room is occupied with various kinds of sand, slit and clay in a sacs, various colors of chart papers and last but not least with a huge amount of color stocks. The walls are covered with various monochromes pictures, sketches and painting which are undersigned with same name om.

Such a great painter.. if he is a boy na then I will definitely marry him but provided he make me a picture of bholenath... gauri cheekily said to herself and loud enough to heard by the person who enters in the room.

By the end of the day she is in love with jhanvi thakaurein as she gave her a old violin used by her, some poem books of her daughter and chocolates but which itch the brain of little gauri that is artist kara paintings as she is going to meet him tomorrow. After bidding bye to jhanvi all she thinks about rajmahal and jhanvi.

Clean the guest room too as for the next week exhibition some foreigners are going to be the guest of rajmahal.. She ordered one of the servants.

I want it too done by you. Another voice echoed just behind her and her hair goes straight up due to his proximity.

Did you forget your place here.. You too like one of these. He spat again stoutly too irritate her but all he get just cold expressions.

She remembered her talk with his mother..

How you find our house gauri? Jhanvi thaukaurin asked eleven year gauri.

Beautiful castle like in princess book.. She replied cheerfully.

But castle are meant like cage... jhanvi said by forwarding golgappa plate in front of her.

Then I don't want to be out. Isn't it princess are meant to live in castle like beauty and beast story. She replied while savoring the taste of golgappa in her tongue.

Princess too want to fly once they start suffocating there.. And that hurting pain constantly nip your conscience and all you become numb to any emotion.. Jhanvi replied remotely.

Little gauri can't put any thought on jhanvi life lesson and ignore it just like that.

But I have priyanka didi she helps me too survive in castle as she is currently a princess. And should I tell you something? You won't spill my secret to any one right... little gauri ask skeptically

Ok.. Tell I won't tell anyone jhanvi pinch her throat.. a custom she learnt from gauri one years back when gauri come to lives here permanently..

I want to be a princess of this castle.

But how? Jhanvi enquired... this is going to be omkara house in future. Jhanvi complete her sentence.

Simple I will marry that jatadhaari hippie because I don't have money to buy this house and second I don't want to throw my friend out from his own house.

Now, she knows the pain talked about jhanvi and living in it. Isn't this palace became a cage for her from where all she want to be out. She took out old small box of jhanvi to take out notes of some musicals. she sat down under the canopy of back yards and point her fingers with the strings of violin as she took scales at high nodes her eyes itself gave away the tears. The pain is engraved in her that excavation is not possible. The hollow inside her fill with self loathing that all she become numb much too his annoyance. She very well know why today he ask her to do task of cleaning so that she give away some reaction for his further action. Well, they were friends before to start with after that she start nursing an attraction towards him. If nothing she knows how his brain works? He is always strategic.. Always ready to fight back. She gave nothing back to him this time but his over active mind will definitely come up with something she already knows...

He will hurt himself..

To see self loath for herself in her own eyes.

Why you use such sharp scales to smoothen this stupid sculpture of yours thirteen year gauri ask to seventeen year of her jatadhari friend... can't you be more careful..

Because I am trying to do is speedily...moreover it is a birthday gift for ishaana and I can't afford to be late.. jhatadhari replied as if making gauri understand his point of view..

See you got yourself return of return gift a mug full of blood without her knowing.. a offended gauri replied..

She starts dressing his wound much to his annoyance and before he make further move she send him a daring glare.. All he could do not to make gauri more angry because angry gauri is something he won't deal with..

I am sorry gauri.. Finally he breaks the momentary silence.

All you have to do is not to hurt yourself omkara ... You know that hukum won't like it as it is you are not in good terms with him moreover if not for anyone just think about your mom and sister..She told him slowly

What about you... you won't feel hurt..he counter hopefully

And what if you are the first one I think about as such instance.. he continued

Then you should know that seeing you hurt I feel more hurt and it tear me apart to know that I couldn't do much about it.. So you should be careful next time because you are hurting me more when you are hurt.

Because all she left with one relation in her life who is her power and weakness at the same time.

The soothing music of violin is giving the complement to the mattish orange horizon.. Birds are finally taking the last twirl of the day. Green hues of trees are finally turning into grayish black similar to her life. Laugh, happiness, naivety, smiles everything seems long lost dream or overtook with harshness, rudeness or something mysterious. The wall of mahal always hold black, secrets, faint cries behind that golden embellishments..May be that nine year old never see through it but this twenty year gauri can. The hidden phrases of jhanvi thaukrein may be goes in deaf ears in past but now they hold a strong meaning.

All she hope that she is not be another thaukerin in making as this silent suffering of females is the tradition of this mahal history too.

You are not broken yet. All this silence of yours still seems like a strong wall of yours till then I will broke you slowly...he says in a very calm yet strong manner

Then I will of no use to you... then where you go she replied as if his talks held no meaning to her

One could join and repair broken things easily but its not easy to join slightly tampered.. he answered calmly..

But if you broke me to never to be repair then.. She whispered.. Yet she don't know whether she ask this question to him or herself.

Moreover tampered things contain that original essence while you create something new with broken ones. Yet again she countered

I will repair you even with your zillion fibers.. he replied sternly as if putting his point is the prime concern here.

Didn't you break me enough? She countered with same energy

You replying me say anything but not broken.. he replied with same energy as if this verbal fight giving him another satisfaction

So how you going to repair me.. With that plastine of yours or that clay may be you use that wax of yours to fill the gaps permanently but let me remind you that wax is to be melt once you put that in front of fire and clay and plastine turn into ashes once you use hammer .. She replied..

If you don't know let me remind you wax never be wasted.. one can collect the burned wax and cast it again provided put again in front of fire... his sentence may be incoherent and held no meaning for him but symbolize so many things as if telling her if he is her curse may be he is only salvation for her

. It never cast into same thing she replied straightaway,

So what.. It is my thing I will create it to destroy once again.. His own reply seems like a curse to him

And if it finishes one day then...

I will never let that happen..This is omkara singh oberoi promise

This conversation of their seems her reality now as if he is giving her slow poison.. Gone the days when he used to adore her, care for her, cheers her after her mother death.according to him, he is gonna break her but till when she act as a diamond because he will throw mirrors in her path to destroy every fibre of her.

He is her master

Yet again her salvation..

Because she murdered his sister..

And she has to cut into zillion pieces for it.

Didi hukum ne aapko bulaya h...one of the servant inform her..

She take in into his appearances.. dressed up into white dhoti style loose paint with black sando with round black rimmed glasses and those open hairs as if there is no nodes in his life left..

But, those red silent eyes,

No shaking of body,

Slightly wobbled feet,

And disturb surroundings,

And there white powder,

Betrayed used syringe.

Says otherwise,

Anything but his calmness...

It's not good for your health. Till now your last check up reports not arrived and you started again.

Why don't you stop now?

Now, you are revenging me... so there is nothing left to rage you now...

She said all the things while giving the pristine look to the room by collecting the trash.

Yeah, there is nothing left to rage now, because you are not in the world now ha.. .. I am breathing into same air where you are living is enough to rage me.

I am living with a girl, who kills my sister,

Betrayed my mom,

Warm bed of my dad..

And still breathing without a scratch

But have audacity to say there is nothing left for me to rage... His tone is venomous though parallel with sarcasm.

So, kill me to suffice this rage..She explains as calmly as she could.

And save you from torcher...he countered

No, this cannot happen because

Amica mea you have my missing pieces... he said lastly and dismiss her for this one night.

thank you everyone for their impressions left on thread..

do left more to encourage the writer..

thank you for embrace my writing...and yeah happy festivities to all of you

lots of love

Hoila you back..
Again great start..
Waiting for story to be told in great manner... As always
Di waiting for escort meet stripper ab toh update karo

I agree about Gauri characterization, but I really hope may in coming episode we witness a tutorkara it will be fun to watch

Originally posted by: -lake-

Hoila you back..
Again great start..
Waiting for story to be told in great manner... As always
Di waiting for escort meet stripper ab toh update karo

Thank you for the shout out welcome..
M not posting that on forum now.. .

Originally posted by: pt311288

I agree about Gauri characterization, but I really hope may in coming episode we witness a tutorkara it will be fun to watch

Coming to your update

It was intriguing waiting for next😆

Then we share same sentiments
Hoila even m waiting for tutorkara. . Hi fi..
Even I can use it here too.. But my gauri is more educated
Than pachavi pass one
Hope you find interesting later too.. And hook till ens
Thank you for taking out time for this one

Fantastic update

Prologue look promising!!
looking forward further update!!