Here you go..
I know am gonna get chamelis and andas for stopping here.. its getting too big a chapter.. so half confusion now and half confusion later!!😆
Gauri watched Omkaara's media conference, the next day. He were to attend the international artiste' workshop a month later at Paris , which had invites only for a very few select artists to display their art. He is an excellent motivation, himself.. Who would want to get off all this insane amount of money and find solace in art? Like seriously?
There was a question on one of his paintings on a girl who faced the moon. It was a lovable painting which evoked the question about his interesting other part, from the interviewer. He was witty enough to dodge the question without revealing much details, just hinting on it that the world will get to know when it has to.
Gauri grew thoughtful. Even if they took the relationship to the next level, how comfortable would he be to answer questions regarding her nameless status? He is talking in one of the reputed shows for high esteemed people and she should not be the reason to have pulled down his status. She just can't be the reason of any one questioning him and his choice. Never. But a life without him is actually impossible for her, now. She can be with him for all her selfishness but he has to take the blame for choosing such a girl. This thought kept on running over and over to an alarming repeat levels till the point where she felt she couldn't take more.
He came almost at dinner time only to look at her sullen face. He was in his usual mood, quite joyful infact to see her after almost 8 hours and was a little disappointed to see her so disinterested. He tried asking her if anything was wrong, only to get a thoughtful look from her. Even in room, she was trying to stay away from him discreetly and he was losing his patience.
"Gauri.. kya hua hai. Is something troubling you inside?"
"Nahi nahi aisa nahi hain"
"Kyun aise weird act kar rahi ho. Main bhi dekh raha hoon. Baat nahi kar rahi ho, smile nahi kar rahi ho..Kya baat hain?"
"Kuch nahi."
She was facing the mirror and was randomly arranging her things, when he hugged from behind.
"Gauri.. kya hua.. kuch pareshaani hain tumhe?"
She slipped out of her hands with a frown on her face.
"aap apki status ki ladki ko shaadi kyun nahi kar dete. Jisse aap duniya ki saamne proudly introduce kar sakthe, ki yeh meri biwi hain"
He doesn't lose his temper, mostly. But brushing him in wrong side was something disastrous and he lost his temper badly at her coming back to square one, after all the progress in the relationship they are making, their almost lovemaking and comfort they experienced in each others arms. So, does this all mean nothing to her or is he just a plaything? He was standing with reddened face like a ready to erupt volcano.
He forgot his mother's words about her insecurities and fears, momentarily, overcome by his anger on her being adamant in not realizing his heart.
"Bas karo" The uncurrent growl in his usual calm and sober voice, made her look at him with an immediate shock.
"Omkaara ji.. wo.." She definitely realized that he is angered beyond extremes.
"Bas.. aur kuch nahi"
"Main aapko.." he cut her off from in the middle
"Yahi kehna chahthi ho na.. ki you don't even care about my heart or my love. Bas status ki parwah hain, in sab ki upar. You don't even think about what happens to me when u leave me or how will I feel. I have had enough of this. Main koi tumhaari haat ki khilona nahi hoon. Jab chahe paas rakho, na chahe door pheko"
Tears swelled up in her eyes, listening to his harsher tone for the very first time, in all these days. Earlier once when they had an argument, he was still pleading. This time his tone sounded very much frustrated and given up.
His anger toned down seeing her teary eyed and lost puppy face. He cursed himself for landing up in such a situation, after all the crushed hopes on the glint of the heaven which she showed, the day before. He came with such an elated mood of asking her to travel with him, the day after, to Paris where he had to station one of his art work. It was just a brief trip of 2 days but he thought he would extend the stay if she wished to roam around with him, in Europe. He never expected her to spin off this unexpected bad twist and his frustrations peaked to enormous levels.
He turned sideaways to look away. "I have a flight to Paris early in the morning. I have to pack and get my stuff ready. Tum jaakar so jao. I have some work" He managed to hide his hurt.
"Aap mujhe chodke jaa rahe?" Her voice was clearly broken.
He was fighting his alarming urge to comfort her in his arms. "Bas 2 din ki trip hain. I have to place my work in an art expo there. I couldn't do it this by anyone. I have to be there for important reasons"
She wiped her tears.. "I am sorry, Omkaaraji. I should have thought before speaking such a thing. Maaf kijiye please"
HE remained distant since he himself wasn't sure he would be able to keep himself away from her, the moment he went near her. "It's ok Gauri. Tum jaake so jao. Mujhe kuch kaam hain"
"Aap mujhse naraaz hain?"
"Nahi nahi.. tum jao"
She went with a sullen face, while he was left pondering which hurt more, her words or him going away from her for 2 days.
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For the entire 2 days, there were just short messages from him, since he was occupied much. Gauri felt a terrible vaccum and emptiness, given that he is just gone for 2 days. She never felt like doing any mundane activities and laid sober waiting anxiously. All she remembered was their last verbal duel, his angry volcanic state. His words kept reverberating in her ears Does status matter more than my love?
These two days are perhaps a jist of what her life would be without him. An empty vaccum!!
Bored of her non-functioning, she set up to organize their wardrobe pulling out every small drawers and chests and stacking her clothes and his, in appropriate drawers. Her desperate attemtps to kill time were still futile and she was just left sulking, come the evening. With the anxious wait over, he landed in their room almost late in the night. She wanted to see him of what felt after ages, and decided to kill the time by reading some book. She wasn't aware when she dozed off in the sitting position, holding the book. Light flashed in her eyes and she opened her eyes. There he was, her sweet Jatadhaari, standing and staring at her. She was gazy at the night so couldn't get to know what was there in his dark chocolate orby eyes.
"Om" Next minute she was in his arms, wrapped in familiar coziness. "I missed you" She was into almost broken voice. The usual expressive him, stood firm in enormous control, just holding back gently and caressing her back like feather. Gauri noticed something out of place. He was not in his usual self!
"aap abhi tak naraaz hain, mujhpe?" she asked with a fallen voice.
"Nahi.. nahi.. aisa nahi hain. It's a long journey, am just a little tired"
She barred from making any more conversations allowing him to rest, though she is not convinced.
*****
Before Gauri woke up, he was almost ready, in the morning. She looked surprised given that he came just 5 hours ago.
"Aap itna jaldi tayyar hogaye hain"
"Haan.. zaroori kaam hain, Gauri.. I will see you in the evening." He gave her the usual courtesy, enquired a little about her routine and left with a glint of smile. Even though things went on as per routine, gauri felt something amiss. She felt probably her words that day, had hurt him so much, that he is still not be able to get over it.
Omkaara was roaming around his studio, thoughtful. He had to make a lot of arrangements for the international meet, his assistants were getting things arranged, while he was overseeing it. His mind was adamantly stuck to his delicious piece of vanilla, a longing that raged inside to be with her after three whole days, pain which stemmed from their last piece of conversation or may be fight. He hasn't sorted it out yet, since he felt composing himself is the need of the hour. He was scared of his inner self breaking out of his will at every miniscule chance, given that she is not sorted out yet. He blew a big sigh.. If only if she admits to her heart and stops talking all this crap!
It was a sunny and sweaty day and he had to oversee some of his painting out there in shades. He pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket, only to notice it was softer. All of his thoughts of having to remain composed and within his realms, shattered into pieces, when he actually knew what he was holding. Damn it!! It's her lingerie!
He was staring at the piece of the evil garment for a whole 5 seconds, only to realize his circumstances, with a shock. He quickly stormed into his room and locked himself up, to combat this unexpected irony of sorts! He took out the piece of garment that he hid out with all hurriedness, looking confused. He realized that he did the same thing, which he does usually, and nothing changed. Then how in the world her inner garment land up all glorious and folded, in his arms?
His composure has gone for stray and he was getting unusually turned on. He has been quite used to composing himself by the help of cold showers, late in the night, which his minion wife is blissfully unaware off. But now, no amount of cold shower can lend help, he thought. His hands refused to move as against the response from his mind, to tuck the tiny piece of the sinful garment into his pockets, while his fingers measured the curves gauging the size of her waist and his eyes made love. She never leaves a reason to torture me!
There was a knock at the door, due to which he hid his own secret, with all hurry. An assistant of him wanted his opinion in one of the paintings, to which he readily agreed. He needs to distract himself, immediately.
***
It was 2 in the afternoon and gauri was sitting infront of the mirror, disinterested. Her heart was roaming in circles around her Jatadhaari and his sullen behavior. She decided to confront him, in the evening, while he stormed inside, to her surprise. The doors were quickly shut and before Gauri could recognize whatever was happening, she was under him while he was devouring her, with a murderous rage!!
<to be cont>
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