Teri Hasrat ho; ya Ibaadat ho...? - a RiKara OS

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He will forever be grateful to Rudra for forcing him to look for his stupid jacket because he was quite sure it was somehow in his wardrobe. It is the search for that stupid jacket that lead him to the discovery of those legal papers. One look through them turns his world topsy-turvy, his heart aching with a pain that threatens to paralyse him as his brain refuses to work. He has felt that pain a handful of times before but the intensity with which it hits him this time is an entirely new experience. He feels the very life drain out of him, a hopeless feeling overtaking his heart in a sudden move as what those papers could mean dawns on him.

That is until anger overtakes all the other emotions. his whole body trembles with the force of it as he throws the papers on the table, taking longs steps towards the door.

Before he can reach it though, his wife clamours in with a pensive look on her face, teeth gnawing at her lower lip. A frown is visible on her face and for a moment he almost asks her what is wrong. Because he cannot see her sad, it causes another pang of pain to stab his heart with a desire to do anything just to make her smile again. The pain reminds him of the revelation just moments back but he waits until she has locked the door to pounce on her.

The click sounds loud in the silence that roars in the dimly lit room. Omkara prefers the slight darkness, he always has. She sighs as she leans against the door only to have his hand close around her wrist in a vice-grip as he turns her around to face him.

His dark brown eyes reflect anger sprinkled with pain that simply doesn't make any sense to her. Everything was supposed to be fine but here he is, seething in anger, fingers digging into her skin. She stares back, quite confused.

"Karna kya chahti ho tum, Gauri?" his eyes flash, his hand moves grip her upper arms forcefully.

"hum... Voh... Kya kiye hum ne?" she stammers out, for the first time afraid of his anger. she hasn't really done anything anger-provoking in the whole day, as far as she can remember. She had been too deep in her own grief to even properly listen to Rudra as he had told her about his skyping with Soumya.

A bitter smirk curls at his lips, his hand twisting her arm behind her back and pulling her against himself. He snatches up the papers from the table, with his free hand, shaking them right under her eyes.

"Waah Gauri! Itna sab kar ke you are saying ki kya kiye humne? Chalo, just to humour you, yeh papers kya hai?"

She doesn't meet his eyes this time, instead choosing to stare at the button of his shirt. The papers in his hand bring a fresh wave of excruciating pain. It is really hard, to block the tears that threaten to fall out of her eyes and she is quite sure she will never be able to stop the floods once they start. And that would never do, not if she wanted stay strong.

"jawaab do, Gauri!" he almost shakes her physically, his restaint fraying at the lack of response from her.

"kal tak tum jawaab maangti thi. Aaj mujhe jawaab chahiye! Aur issi waqt chahiye!" this time he growls in a lower tone. It is somehow more menacing than the loud voice he was previously using.

"jawaab chahiye aapko? To theek hai! Sultaana ko Omkara Singh Oberoi chahiye! Maaji ke badle. Varna vo unhe jhoote sabooto me phasa ke jail bhijvaa dengi. Murder case me! Mil gaya jawaab? Issiliye humne ye banvaaye aur innpar sign kar diye. Ab bas aapka sign baaki hai aur Maaji aazaad hongi," she screams back at him, her pent up anger getting the better of her.

She has been strong, always strong. And it had taken her immense strength and almost her sanity to sign on those damning papers, knowing that there was no turning back from it. She had to do it. For him, for the things he cared about. But now, when he stands in front of her, demanding answers, the whole resolve cracks.

"khilona lagta hu mai tumhe? Ya koi saamaan? Jo bhi maange utha ke de do? Ha?" Omkara's face contorts in anger.

"to aur kya karte? Kuch aur kar sakte hai hum? Unnke paas saboot hai! aapke papa se aapka koi vaasta nahi hai aur aapko aapki Maa bhi khone dete? Keemat lene aayi hai vo mujhse aapki zindagi bachaane ki. Uss injection ki jisski vaje se coma se baahar aaye the! Maaji aur aap dono ki zindagi ki keemat chahiye usse! Aapko khush hona chahiye. Azaadi de rahe hai iss rishte se aapko," she squirms in his hold, wanting to get out, furiously blinking back tears. His proximity really does hamper her thinking abilities. He holds on to her steadfastly.

He stills at her words though, the anger on his face slipping away leaving something undentifiable behind. The grip on her hand loosens just a fraction but he brings her closer against himself.

Her reasons leave him numb in the brains department while his heart almost stops beating. He has always known that Gauri would go to lengths to protect him but the extent is revealed in the form of divorce papers, filed by the very woman for whom their marriage had been as real as it can get. The woman who has been brought up in a place where marriages last for life, with the husbands actually treated as parmeshwars. And yet here she is, giving up her husband up for the sake of his mother. For his own sake. The thought of her walking away from their relation, from him punches him in the gut. Again.

It is in that very moment that he realises he could never let the woman in his arms walk away from him. Because he simply cannot live without her. Not when the very thought of not having her around and in his life threatens to strangle the very life out of him. He realises it when instead of being happy to finally find a solution to his mother's problem and getting out of a commitment, he feels a claustrophobic pain claw at his heart. His mother's safety cannot come at the price of his wife. Never.

"Meri zindagi ki keemat tumne meri zindagi hi laga di, Gauri. Nahi. Yeh raasta mai tumhe nahi chunne dunga. Mom ke liye I cannot sacrifice my wife. Dill nahi hai mere paas? Patthar samjha hai tumne mujhe? Pati hu mai tumhaara!" he balls the papers up, keeping a hold on her.

She looks up at him, quite startled at the declaration. She had been doubtful about his feelings earlier but now his silent acceptance marks the sincerity of his words just days back.

"yeh aap kya kar rahe hai? Aur koi tareeqa nahi hai," she resists hesitantly as he throws the crumpled papers away.

"I don't care! You are done sacrificing. Biwi ho tum meri, chaahe maano ya naa mano. Aur yeh rishta? Yeh meri zindagi ke sabse khoobsurat sach hai. Mai yeh rishta zindagi bhar nibhaunga," he states, his eyes flickering towards her tempting lips. The words fall from his lips naturally, as a silent promise, A promise she doesn't fail to catch. A strong emotion to protect and love the tiny woman in front of him rages in his heart even as he feels resentment for her taking such a drastic step without even consulting him. For a moment, the reality that he doesn't deserve this pure, unselfish soul strikes him and he isn't sure whether he should just let her go to protect her from further pain or simply fall to her feet and worship the hell out of her, keeping a tight hold of her for a lifetime.

She looks at him, teeth again worrying at her lower lip, wondering a response. By then, he has already been tempted enough and has almost lost her for countless of times. So he simply gives in.

As he lowers his head slowly, he keeps his eyes glued to hers, looking for the faintest sign of refusal or rejection. None is forthcoming so he presses his lips to hers for the first time ever, an electric charge runs through the both of them at the contact. But he doesn't break his hold, his other hand coming to rest on her neck as he deepens the kiss just slightly. The anger and the extreme emotions running through him are clear in the way he kisses her just moments later, mouth hardening against hers. As if punishing her for doing this, lips moulded to hers and a moan escapes her at the sudden harshness.

She realizes there is no coming back when his hand moves from her neck to the zip of her dress, slowly lowering it to allow his fingers to roam freely on her back. She goes limp in his arms because it will be futile to fight, she knows. And she doesn't even want to fight. She just wants this happen, because this man is hers, even if for a limited amount of time, giving herself up completely to fate and desire for the time being.

Her body reacts to his touch as if starved for it, a savage surge of previously unknown passion coursing through her. She responds enthusiastically when she feels his teeth nibble on her lower lip slowly, tongue suddenly thrusting in her mouth with a possessivenes she doesn't expect from him. Her free hand finds it way to his hair. She takes out the band that ties it,letting her fingers comb through his hair while she works on getting her other hand free from his. He complies to her squirming without breaking the kiss, his hand leaving her arm to pull the sleeve of her dress down. It exposes her shoulder, his hands now tracing the curves of her body with the intent of memorizing them.

He devours her mouth with all the hunger of a starved man before moving on to her jawline where he presses a string of soft kisses, her appreciative moans spurring him on. Her hand goes to his face, fingers tracing his cheekbone before he takes it to place it around his neck.

"I want you. The whole of you. Every tiny piece of you," he whispers, grazing his teeth against her collarbone lightly. He moves on to suckle on the side of her neck then, finding a spot that has her arching her back in his arms while she whimpers helplessly. He lavishes special attention on that spot, his own desire for his wife reaching heights that scare him. He pulls down the other sleeve to nibble on her shoulder, inhaling the jasmine scent of her hair before pushing her against the adjacent wall and trapping her with his body.

"Roko mujhe, Gauri... Please..." he pleads in a whisper, lips kissing her throat while his hand spears in her hair to tilt her head for access.

"please... Mai khudse nahi ruk sakta. Stop me now. Or it will be too late..." he whispers again when her only response is a throaty moan that works as a fuel to the fire inside him. The fire to make her his. To brand her as his wife.

She doesn't stop him. She knows that a simple 'no' will do, it will make him drop her like a hot potato. But she doesn't. She Is done fighting. She is done fighting him, fighting Svetlana, fighting everyone else. She is done fighting herself and her own desire to be his.

"Gauri..." her name on his lips this time seals it and she moves her hand to the buttons on his shirt in silent acceptance. Her shaking fingers barely get one of them open before she is pulling at them with full force to just get the garment out of the way. he brings his mouth to hers at the move, kissing her breathless again. They don't need words, they never have. It has always been the little gestures and small moves that had done the talking for them. His fingers grow restless on her waist, tracing vague patterns on her skin. She hums in pleasure, her own fingers tightening in his hair while his lips wreak havoc on her senses.

He moves to her other shoulder then, biting down on it harshly before using his tongue to soothe it.

"Om..." the shortened version of his name escapes her lips for the first time ever before she can stop it and it proves to be his undoing. He gathers her up in his arms, proceeding towards their bed, a glint in his eyes that make her think he is going to make her say that over and over again.

After placing her on the bed, he does the very same thing until she is helplessly pleading, a tangled mess in his arms. A tangled mess, that is his extremely delightful and responsive wife, who solely belongs to him. A wife he is very much in love with.

"I love you." he whispers with a nibble to her earlobe. "kuch mat kehna, kuch mat puchna. Just show me," he adds huskily, running his thumb over her thoroughly kissed lips.

She shows him.

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He stares at her peaceful face as she slumbers beside him with a tiny hint of a smile on her swollen lips. Marks with their colour ranging from red to purple are scattered on her body. It is immensely satisfying to know the cause had been him. Omkara places a tiny kiss, just above his faintly visible teeth marks on her bare shoulder, that peeks from the duvet she has pulled over herself, backing down hurriedly to stop himself from waking up his tired wife just to ravish her again.

"I won't let you go. I'll find a way. Yeh tumhaare Omkara ka vaada hai tumse," he whispers in the silence, well aware that she is asleep and won't be able to hear him. He promises her anyway.

Slight OOC, I know. but this just got stuck in my head! I'm already sorry if this annoys you

Have been a silent reader of your stories for quite some time now. But today I just had to say how much I love them. They're literally the only solace for me in these disappointing times. IB pe toh kuch milta nahi hai, but I love your version of Rikara. So thank you. Please keep writing more. ❤️

This was really a pleasure to read. There was angst and it was sanskaaari too. (Both of them I love the most. 🤣

Loved the confrontation. It's already on my lambi wishlist of the things I want to see on RiKara.

Thank you for this.

Hugs.

And this was awesome...atleast in your stories we get the RiKara that we always have wanted or fantasised...thanks a lot dear

Thank you so much for giving Rikarians something that we'll most likely never see on screen.

I didn't mind the OOC part, 'cos thats where fanfics are like magic, giving people what they want to experience, rather than what the show is giving us (or not giving us😕)

Wonderful OS, beautiful in the angst, and delicious in the sanskaariness. 😳

This was so intense!

I've always envisioned their confrontations being either suffocating silences or passionate yelling matches like this one. She is so protective of her jatadhari that she's willing to give him up for his own happiness.

That he confronted her about it right then and she got in his face about her reasons is why these to will always remain so very different from ShivIka.

Sanskaar is always appreciated in this desert yaar... Screen pe kuch mile na mile, agar aap jaise writers se kuch na kuch milta raha to this forum will flourish even in the absence of canon RiKara.

I loved this OS as usual... I love absolutely everything you write.

Thanks for sharing this with us...

Eagerly waiting for more!

hey! its nice to finally hear from you! thank you.