The three things I could never tell you... a Rikara OS

And if you looked closely you might have just been able to spot a shooting star. To anyone this was a beautiful night. One that would cause a rush of calm over even the most restless of hearts. To anyone but her...

Most people were enjoying this night with a cup of coffee and a content expression on their face. All except her..
Right in the middle of that serene Street sat a young girl. All dressed in white..the dupatta around her neck dancing in complete rythm with each gust of wind. Her long black tresses were left open covering or...perhaps hiding the side of her face. She sat quietly just staring at the night. Maybe marveling at its beauty much like everyone else. Atleast that's what the people passing by were thinking.

But nothing could be further from the truth because what these people failed to notice were the tears streaming down her face quickly being followed by new ones. Yet not a single sob did she let out. She was a strong woman. Resilience could have been her middle name. But there are some things that can crush even the strongest of people.

Such as losing the only person you ever loved.

Gauri omkara singh oberoi. Had now once again become gauri kumari sharma. Atleast that's would people had said to her. But In her mind she would never be anything but Mrs omkara singh oberoi even if she tried to change. He had slipped his way into her soul and taken over it in a way that had become impossible for her to overthrow. He had painted over her life much like he used to do with a blank canvas.
The only thing was if a canvas wasn't wanted it could have been thrown away. But how was she to get rid of her soul? How could she possibly manage to throw away her heart?

Gauri sat there and kept recalling the past few hours of her life.
Omkara had decided to take gauri out for her birthday as he had been in Greece for an art seminar the previous week, which was when her actual birthday was.

The entire day had been spent in the utmost bliss. The day had been a perfect mix of extravagant surprises and little, simple joys, as if representing the both of them. The larger than life omkara and the simple and lively gauri.
The ride back home consisted of om and gauri holding hands and smiling at each other, no doubt reliving this perfect day.
That was when a small flower shop caught gauri's eye. She had always had a particular affinity towards flowers. Noticing that om, parked the car and squeezed gauri's hand.
'I'll be right back' he had said. He gave gauri a quick peck on the cheek and without another word got out of the car and headed towards the shop.

That small action had shocked gauri. Yes, she loved him. But she had never told him that because she was sure that she was nothing more than a friend to him and would never be. She was happy just being with him regardless of what he did or didn't feel for her.
But this action...for the first time had ignited a small flicker of hope in her heart. Maybe this was the beginning of him feeling for her what she so truly and deeply felt for him.

She looked at him standing across the street, anxious to see maybe something in his eyes that would give some validity to this completely ridiculous thought that had crept up in her heart.
However she wasn't a mind reader and nor was this a movie, all she could see was him pondering over which flower to buy for her. Gauri peered curiously at him.
'What would he buy for me?' she had wondered.
She doubted he knew what her favourite flower was.
Much to her surprise, pleasant surprise, he picked up exactly what she loved. Jasmine, her favourite. He picked up two of those.

She smiled as she realised he bought 2 as that was his favourite number. But then he picked up 3 white roses as well.
Gauri wondered for a brief second before realising that white roses were his favourite flower while 3 was her favourite number.

Just like that, the bouquet became a representation of them. Intertwined together...