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Today I bring to you a story with a similar but a different beginning. Lets read of what will happen when RiKara have their dramatic controversial marriage but there are not misunderstandings. Om knows what kind of a bas***d Kali Thakur is ... and realistically Gauri is married to Artist Kara.
This piece of writing is dedicated to the adorable Karthi @Yayni because girl ... I love love love your FF TU HI HAIN MERI MANZIL. You have given us a story which I was eagerly waiting to unfold... for I love the way RIKara is feeling and falling for each other. I always wanted such a sensible marriage for them. With a note of thanks and lots of love ... I really hope you like it Karthi!
Proof read by @RiKara94
This is a really long update... A thank you in advance if you are about to read it
Happy RiKara Reading!
PIYA MANN BHAAYE
" Nimuiyye Kaali Raaton Ki
Kahani Koi Toh Hogi
Ke Jaage Taare Raaton Mein
Yaa Jaage Jogi...
He loosened the buttons of his Sherwani after locking the door of his bedroom. Which was now' THEIR BEDROOM'. Yeah the loner life had drastically changed to being a husband. The better half of a strange kind of marriage which was intuitively impulsive. Rethinking about all the Bareilly memories he had justified to himself that no matter what happened ... No matter who she is... he could not have let her die an excruciating death of honor or of life. She is Mrs. Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi now.
It was yesterday that he had come back to Mumbai with Mrs. Zulfi Kara and all thanks to Dadi that Gauri was accepted as the younger Oberoi Bahu with minimal drama or hassle. Dadi's experienced insights declared that Gauri is going to be a gem of a Daughter-In-Law, Jahnvi was very happy that even through weird and wonderful circumstances at least her escapist son finally accepted commitment, Anika was happy dancing that she got a partner of Crime & Goodwill and Rudra loved the way Gauri pronounced EK JHAAP MEIN DEEWAR PE SATT JAYIBE!' . Tej and Pinky behaved like typical K & GK daily soap villains ... but does anyone really have to care about them!?!?
It was on Dadi and Jahnvi's insistence that a quick but elaborated function was arranged to recreate the RiKara wedding the next day. Om who had never been a fan of such pomp and show decided to go for it because he had realized how much of a religiously devoted wife Gauri is and it was her ardent wish to have a proper ritualistic ceremony and seek the blessings of elders. Gauri even when just a stranger to him had trusted him with one of the most crucial decisions of her life, this is the least he could do for her.
He was wiping his hair in the towel after a quick shower when he saw her sitting on the bed leaning against the headrest looking into one of his sketchbooks. Yeah whatever she was doing was completely normal but for him the sight was delectable. She had worn one of his plain white kurta now absorbed in her soaked flesh exposing all her right parts to him, even her hair were damp and the slit of his own kurta was merciless to him ... providing him with a slight display of her thigh. God she was perfect for his arms to hold, for his fingers to touch and for his mouth to devour. His testosterone levels were raging making him hotter. As and when she felt his sizzling gaze, she looked at him and immediately pulled a duvet to cover her half naked body.
He looked away consoling himself. She is his wife by all true means but for her he is a stranger, In fact both of them are complete strangers... he met her four days ago, married her in a rush the day before yesterday and now is seduced more than ever with just the sight of her. He had to remind himself that both of them needed time and space in this marriage. Breathing the air of awkwardness he went to sit beside her. Both of them kept on looking at every other object in the room except each other for a while.
"I am very tired, did not want to unpack ... just rest tonight... Gauri clarified her reason of wearing his Kurta.
"You don't have to explain Mrs. Anyway it suits you better. He winked and she burned scarlet in amazement. Such a flirtatious man out of him was least expected.
Again silence crept in but this calmness was reassuring and peaceful.
" Aapko humse shaadi karneki koi zarurat nahi thhi ... Aapne aisa kyon kiya? she asked him feeling a different kind of pain stung in the back of her throat. He looked at her really confused.
" Kya hua Gauri? Tum khush nahi ho? He asked her taking her hand into his. She was weeping and he hated those tears.
" Aapko aise humaari zimmedaari nahi leni chaahiye thhi ... hum aap par bojh nahi banna chahte. She cried caressing the back of his palm.
He lifted her face with his finger to observe her and angled his face towards her for their lips to meet. The kiss was meant to be small, gentle and meaningful but the moment her lips parted unintentionally ... she greeted his tongue in her mouth. He helped her hands to reach his shoulders as he caressed her midriff before seizing her back protectively. His fingers massaged the arch of her back to comfort a quivering her and her hands worked in the mane of his hair wanting him to be even closer. His persevering mouth was evoking sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. Her nerves were losing against his correctness ... she felt overwhelmingly weak and he reluctantly parted understanding her need to breathe. She leaned into his chest for support, her chest swiftly rising and falling. He could feel the rush of her heartbeats, her face glowing crimson. He held her nape ...
" Tum mere saath ho, Mere paas ho kyonki main chahta hoon ke tum meri zindagi ka hissa bano. He said to her with finality and again tears rolled down her cheek.
" Gauri please don't cry, mujhe pata hain ke shaadi humaari hain par decision sirf mera thha. Mujhe tumhe force nahi karna chaahiye thha ... I am sorry. He apologized wiping her tears.
" Hum jo bhi hain, jaise bhi hain ... sirf aapke hain . aapne jaan bachaai hain humaari. She confessed surrendering in his embrace.
Both of them lay on the bed facing each other. She kept on moving towards him little by little until she hid her face in his chest. Om smiled at his innocent bride then looped her body in his, their limbs entwined and they closed their eyes drifting in sweet slumber.
The morning that followed was very different. It was not because of the shrill alarm but his woman that he woke up quite early. The sounds of a continuously ringing bell, her chanting sweet prayers and the tinkling of her anklets were so new. His eyes kept shifting in different directions as she walked in the room with a thaali of bright diya and incense sticks. Her routine was so devout to begin with but the male in him concentrated on the pleats of her saree that were tucked below her navel, she seemed like a fresh floral mist. Her stomach was proudly showing to him the tiny beads of water, he noticed her hair carelessly tied in a bun when she turned but the way just two hooks were trusted with keeping her blouse intact made him gulp. Her skin looked so soft and velvety ... just yum. HOLY GOD, mornings have never been so torturous. Now that he again heard her humming some prayer, his brain smacked himself for feeling so sensuous while she made the atmosphere feel to be spiritual.
He had to distract himself and so he looked around the room, it was so clean, neater than anytime he was able to take care of the whole space. His canvas sheets were properly rolled in newspapers, the paint boxes were arranged in the cupboard according to their color labels, and all the brushes were correctly stacked. He was not able to figure out where his scattered pens and pencils disappear but he smiled realizing how organized she liked to live. The entire floor was mopped and even some stubborn paint stains ceased to exist now. Even her side of bed was tidy. The only thing left tousled in the room was him!
" Aapke kapde istri kar diye hain ... Aap jaldi se nahaakar taiyyar ho jaaiyye, hum neeche jaakar naashta lagaate hain. She spoke to him while wearing her earrings.
" Tumhe yeh sab karne ki zarurat nahi hain Gauri, Khanna is paid to do all this work. Om said to her in an obvious tone and Gauri looked at him with an annoyed expression.
" Achhaji! Agar aap chahte hain ke woh Khanna aapke liye kapde chunke unhe istri kare, aapke liye aapka man pasand nashta banaaye aur aapka khayaal rakhe ... toh uss Khanna se hi shaadi kar leni chahiye thhi ...!!! . She managed to climb on the bed and tower him, all set for her first ever " IF YOU ARE MY MR. RIGHT THEN I AM YOUR MRS. ALWAYS RIGHT! argument. The thought of debating with him was quite exciting but he just pecked her lips making her flush. Hey Shankarji, My Artist Kara is so romantic, she thought while he noted that his spouse is so possessive.
The day passed by as Omkara went to his studio to work and Gauri spent time with all the family members. Dadi gave her various Ishqbaazi lessons, Jahnvi told her everything about Om right from his childhood to his artistry, with Anika she was able to discuss her tale of marriage after knowing the ShivIka story and then she learnt any things about the functioning of the Oberoi mansion and personally met each member of the housekeeping staff to know what work they exactly do.
The day had been really tiring for Omkara, four consecutive clients to deal with and three sculptures to finish. He wrote a few pages of his Shayarana journal and walked to his bed stretching his arms. He was about to yawn when his jaw dropped and eyes grew wide seeing what they just saw. She lay on her side wearing his red and black checkered shirt, the shirt was oversize but she looked gorgeous. She smirked at him when he was busy gaping... " You said this suits me better husband! she winked and he sprawled on the bed helping her snuggle in him.
" Maa ne humse shopping karne jaane liye kaha hain. Gauri told Om at the breakfast table . She loved to shop. She was so excited.
" Achhi baat hain, You will get to spend time with mom. He nodded her head.
" Hum maa ke saath nahi Anika bhabhi ke saath shopping karne jaa rahe hain. She continued to chatter.
The toast on his plate tasted dry. The very thought of AniRi on a shopping spree made him very uncomfortable. He really admired Mrs. Kanji eyes but never liked the way she chose to dress. What she wore felt more like table cloth, curtains or bed spread. No doubt she looked all the more gorgeous and gracious and always knew how to carry herself but Om will not be able to tolerate Gauri trying and draping odd necklines, bizarre cuts or strange slits. Shivaay swooned seeing a spectacular Anika but Om liked Gauri simple.
" Cancel your plans Gauri, tumhaare saath shopping karne main chalunga next week. Iss hafte main thoda busy hoon, kaam khatam karke I will come with you. Om confirmed gulping the juice.
He made Gauri so happy; she was twirling in the seventh sky. Realizing that her husband made an effort to spend time with her and wanted to come along when she did one of her favorite things, she wanted to jiggle. She was enlivened thinking about their quality time... this was the first time that both of them were going out together.
As promised Omkara took her for a shopping day out in the next week. He was amused that she chose to explore the local markets of the city rather than walking into a mall or a brand store. She was so much like him. As they walked checking the various stalls and shops, she picked some Kurtis, stoles and suit pieces. With that she picked up some ear rings, he noticed that more than any other accessory, ear rings were love for her. He realized that she had cared to ask him what to choose or what to try but he really liked her choices and that she very well understood, his responsibility was to hold the shopping bags and pay the bills. He saw how skillfully his wife was able to bargain putting his seven figure bank balance to shame. It was not just for her that they were shopping; they shopped for him also and then got presents for everyone in the family. He observed how she cross checked and ticked the items on her shopping list and yes she had even brought a big bag to keep her new belongings, a strategic shopper she is.
They went to the medical store because Gauri had to buy some prescribed vitamin capsules for Jahnvi. She then took a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, her night cream and two packets of her preferred sanitary napkin size. Om was busy studying all the different condom packets for this long half an hour trying to choose between strawberry and pineapple. What would she fancy? He thought. I like chocolate more than anything out of a fruit salad Romantic Kara ... she whispered in his ear and oxygen drew back in his throat. One bold woman she is now picking up two chocolate flavored condoms and keeping them on the billing counter. He followed adding more chocolate to her shopping bag. She was startled to see four packets now. She was ruby red thinking about his stamina.
He walked in the room finishing a call and saw her sweetly snoring, today in his navy blue polo tee. She curled up hugging his pillow. She was sleeping so serenely tired after spending the whole day with him. They visited a nearby Shiv temple, went for a movie, she picked up some books from a bookstore nearby and then they discovered the markets, binged at one of his favorite restaurants and went to see one of his friend. Towards the end of daylight, she drove in the outskirts of Mumbai while he relaxed in the passenger seat humming along the radio. It was enjoyable but it was hectic. She must be really tired he thought as he lay beside her. Her eyes opened immediately as he pulled her closer, she caressed his face and captured his lips to wish him good night, she had made it a ritual. It was not just about night or morning, they loved to kiss any time the moment felt right.
He nibbled her lips while his hands worked in the insides of the tee. He held her breast making her gasp keenly. She held his wrist as he kneaded her stomach. He raised a brow while she scratched her temple. Hesitantly she tells him that she was dealing with the monthly girl's problem. He frowned and immediately got out of bed. She felt sad and disappointing because it was right now that he tried to level up their relationship physically and she was suffering from her stupid period. She started to panic thinking about how hastily he walked out of the room gently caressing her stomach which was aching even more because of his rough massage. She did not want him to be angry with her.
She suddenly felt something warm and soothing in her lower back while she was sniffing. She tried to turn but he held her firm adjusting her in his body frame and she realized that he was holding a hot water bag for her. He gently rubbed her back then she held one of his hand close to her stomach sobbing and complaining about the pain, he calmed her down and then apologized multiple times. She felt so relieved and contented in the way he cared for her, her pain was important for him. After his n number of apologies even she said a sorry for spoiling his mood.
" Don't worry dear wife, if you don't like the period ... I will not let you have it in the next month!. He kissed her nape while she buried her face in the pillow realizing his intentions. Passionate Kara was hopeless and uncompromising.
Yet another week passed blissfully and as per his schedule Omkara was in his studio working on some mosaic art, it was afternoon and she was awaited with his lunchbox. Coming to his studio and feeding him his lunch was one of Gauri's favorite chores other than keeping the Oberoi mansion up to date, taking care of Jahnvi and her weak heart condition, learning various Oberoi clan delicacies from Dadi. Om smiled acknowledging that it was not Gauri who adjusted according to the Oberoi way of life but his whole family who adapted his wife's methodologies. Specifically about lunch, Gauri made sure every Oberoi out of home during the afternoon eats well and eats full. She sent tiffin boxes for Shivaay in his office, Anika at her event management firm, Rudra at his fitness training institute, Bhavya at the police station and Om being the lovable exception got studio service.
She became a reason of his happiness. He had decided that he will wholeheartedly accept Gauri as his wife the moment he had claimed her with his own blood in Bareilly. He was scared to share a life but was determined to comply with her whether the need is physical or emotional. Giving her a fair chance was the decision of his intuition just like marrying her was. Eventually it began to become one of the best decisions of his life because it was now that he realized that there was more to his life other than Being an Obro, Being Jahnvi's anchor or agitating in the name of Mr. Oberoi. She made his life worthwhile giving him modest reasons to smile every day.
He believed in all the announced ideas of destiny and fate because of Gauri. It is very true that had it not been the circumstance, had it not been his whim or had it not been her ... he would have never married. A decision which was apprehensive in the beginning was now the most beautiful feeling of his life. Gauri is an honest and loyal woman to him. He had started loving Gauri and knew that she felt mutual. They had lived sixteen days of marriage and so his secretive sketchbook preserved sixteen of Gauri's beautiful pencil sketches.
She walked into his studio and started clearing and cleaning some space to serve him lunch. He is seriously fussier than any five year old in the name of his paintings and sculptures she sighed. She laid the table and he sat to see rajma chawal and karari bhindi on the plate for today. He did not let her feed him today because she was going to starve in the name of seeking blessings from god for her husband. It was her weekly fast day and he was so annoyed... always tried to stop her but she was certainly the more stubborn person among the two. She sat across the table admiring him as he tried to concentrate on his food but her foot teasing his calf muscle was making it difficult for him to pretend to ignore her. His heart abused him to teach her the footsie game while she was busy biting her lips. The situation was so pitiable for him but he did not forget that he is pissed off with her... he finished his food and got up from the table getting back to whatever he was doing. You are ANGRY KARA for time being, his brain was hip hopping. She giggled looking at him and pecked his lips before leaving.
She stomped around the whole room teary eyed, she was much tensed. It was one past midnight and there were no signs of her husband. Yeah, she is used to him being late but not this late. The driver did not know where Om is, he did not even care to pick up her calls ... is she not supposed to know where is he and what is he doing? She is Mrs. Kara after all. She decided to reprimand him strictly tonight.
" Hi! Tum Soyi nahi abhi tak? He asked her entering the room and hugging her tight. She made best possible effort to push him away but failed miserable.
" Aap waapas kyon aaye humaare paas ... jaha thhe wahi reh jaate. She scolded him softly punching his chest.
" Sorry Lady Kara ... bohot kaam thha studio mein. He defended himself nuzzling in her collar bone making her inhale sharply.
" Aapko humaari koi parwah nahi hain ... " she pouted and he kissed her pout affectionately.
He went to freshen up and have a quick shower. The moment he stepped out his heart started banging against his ribs. What he saw was sheer delight... his love sitting on the bed with nothing but just a bed sheet wrapped around her bosom. The way her legs were crossed but spread was making him sear. He raised a brow seeing her evil smile as she again bit her lower lip. He lazily walked to her as she caressed the croon of her neck.
He kissed her tenderly. His hands moved down her body to feel her learn her. His lips burned on her skin as he tugged himself in her. He wanted to be kind and gentle to her but his restraint melted and he impaled her with his hard love muscle. The tight, wet and a little resistant sensation of her severing for him allowed his brain to fall into passions. He leaned to kiss her mouth and kept on stroking . Long ones, short, fast, slower he continued his afflict. She helplessly moaned and grazed her fingers in his back. Their eyes locked, nothing could have separated the two. I LOVE YOU OM ... she whimpered against his lips as he ravishingly bruised her ...
So ... how do you like it? Response eagerly waited!
I want to let you know that this being one of my longest written piece of work is a wrap from doing any fan fiction for a while. I am very unhappy and saturated with the RiKara treatment on screen for the few previous episodes, loyal audiences don't deserve so. Going for a break for quite some time for my own peace of mind. My love for RiKara and ShreNal is obviously much more than my annoyance dor the CVS ... will try to back with my stories ... till then I want to let you know about some concepts on which I really worked hard ...
RAABTA
" Tujhko Banaya Mere Jaise Hi Kisi Ke Liye...
As Omkara observes that Gauri is so eager and excited preparing for Priyanka's marriage he realizes that he is a culprit who snatched away simple joys of marriage from his own wife unintentionally just because of the dramatic way they got married. He decides to surprise her and so they both get married in the presence of a Pandit. It is an intimate ceremony just two of them reliving their vows in the outhouse of Oberoi mansion.
THAARE JAISA NA KOI
" Sabhi Dil Waali Baatein Kahi
Kabhi Kajri Jawaani Kahi...
Set amidst the rustic and Royal life of Udaipur, this story happens when Omkara is forced by his Dadi to see and propose Ridhima, the Daughter of his highness of Udaipur. What will happen when Omkara will meet Gauri, a bold and beautiful country girl being vocal about her feelings realizing that the artist has found a new muse in her. Against the odds of social terms and conditions ... love buds and envelops.
PARWARDIGARA
"Maangi Duaaein Tujh Tak Jaa Pohochi ... Parwardigara ...
The Obros and Obahus welcomed Baby Pari with open arms took care of her and showered her with so much affection but what do you think will happen when it is revealed that the note attached to Pari's basket was not bogus. She is an Oberoi by blood. An offspring of a five year old live in relationship which is scraped to be illegitimate now. Sure shot testing time for a man who recently accepted Gauri as Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi believing whatever she said to be true ... keeping aside their unsorted misunderstandings for a peaceful life ...
I have worked most part of these three write ups as rough drafts ... so along with the One Shot please let me know how you like these concepts ... will surely be a part of the forum quite silent But the writer signing off for quite some time ... till then miss me...
With lots of love
Pchkty;)
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