Anyway here's the first of my fanfic attempts . This should hopefully be a three shot thing . This is set during , and a little after Gauri decides she's going to collect perspi, excuse me inspiration for Om.
Twisted inspiration :
He shut the door behind him , softly carefully .Resisted the savage impulse to break every one of the damned glass panels on it.
He'd slipped , almost fallen all the way down the slide of her creation . All of his legendary control had deserted him .
She'd looked stunning , draped in that bare slip of nothing , hair sliding silkily across her bare back . He'd been lured by the promise in her eyes , seductive one minute ,playful the next . It was as if he'd been trapped in a spell, under the fairytale lights . Lights , that turned her skin into an intriguing mixture of luminous light and pools of shadows .
Need flared ,bright and hot .
He had to paint her , capture that alluring mix of innocence and secrets on canvas . Wordless , as if in a daze he'd scooped her up , tumbled her onto the couch. It had taken all of his control to push himself up , move away from her .
Even as he sketched , his mind wandered . No way was this painting going to any exhibition , this one was going to his private collection . This seductive vision , this siren was his alone .
Siren. The spell broke , cold harsh reality broke in.
His brush fell,from fingers gone numb. Siren , because that's what she was , wasn't she ?
Gauri Kumar Sharma , vixen , seductress . The words floated around in his head . She was an ace at this game , wasn't she ? The champion of having men flock around her , curled around the crook of her little finger . Hell, wasn't kaali Thakur half crazed in love with her?
She was a master player , manipulating people to suit her own needs . Cold rage filled him now . Kaali thakur's wife had died , a victim of her games. And here she was , playing at being wife , and now his bloody inspiration.
Pushing at him to create , be a goddamn artist , like he was a bloody puppet . Clever , cool woman his wife . Her avatar as Chulbul hadn't worked , and she'd adapted , changed the game a little . Just like Svetlana , only somehow worse, because at least she was honest . To think he'd come to trust Gauri ,lowered his guard , just a little .
The stool clattered, and she jerked upright on the couch .He'd stalked out of the room , temper barely leashed .
Even the memory had his fists clenching. Calm , he had to calm down , had to think .
So , he'd fallen for her cheap tricks , and sly games . A bitter chuckle forced its way out , perhaps he had something of Tej Oberoi in him after all .
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