Rikara OS - Dare to kiss |Thank you for 100+ likes|

Omkara watched Gauri almost flying around the house. She seemed to have taken the responsibility of food catering for Daadi's 80^th birthday too seriously; so seriously that she did not have the time to even look at the jatadhaari hippie husband of hers, who was now getting restless at the lack of attention from his chiraiyya. "Gauri, main kya pehnoon birthday function mein?" he asked a lame question, in an attempt to draw her attention. Gauri, still looking at the last-minute checklist while standing in the middle of their bedroom, said without looking at him, "Kuch bhi pehen lijiye, Omkara ji. Waise bhi aapko kaun dekhega? Birthday toh Daadi ka hai; aapka thodi hai. Toh kya farak padtha hai?" Omkara frowned, "Kaun dekhega matlab? Daadi ka birthday hai, toh main tayyar na ho jaaun?" Gauri frowned, "Aap kuch bhi pehen lijiye, accha hi dikhega." Omkara's frowns grew deeper, "Toh agar main inn ghar ke kapdon mein bhi aa jaaun toh chalega?"

Gauri looked up from the paper and looked at him as if he had grown two heads, "Aapko ho kya gaya hai?" she asked, slightly frowning, "Pehle toh aap humse yeh sab nahi poochthe the?" Omkara sighed and walked to where she was standing, "Kyun ki ab mujhe tumhari opinion jaan na hai. Mujhe ab harr cheez mein tumhari raai chahiye, ek typical husband ki tarah." Gauri rolled her eyes, "Omkara ji, agar koi aur din hota, toh hum ek din ke nahi, aapke poore hafte ke kapde select karte. Lekin iss waqt humein bahaut kaam hai. Daadi ne pehli baar humein itni badi zimmedari di hai, toh humein apne aap ko saabit karna hai ke hum koi bhi kaam asaani se kar sakte hain; aur dikhana hai ke Gauri Kumari Sharma bhi kitni chatur chiraiyya hai!"

She resumed looking at the paper, unaware of the plot hatching in Omkara's brain. Only when she heard the door click, she turned around to look at her husband locking the door of their room. "Darwaza kyun bandh kiya aapne? Humein abhi jaana hai aur Annika Bhaujaai ko yeh list..." her voice trailed when she saw him walk lazily towards her and stand close to her. Within a second, his hands were round her waist, pulling her close to him. "Kya kar rahein hain aap Omkara ji? Ghar mein itna kaam hai, aur aapko thotha-maina ka romance sooj raha hai?" she asked with narrowed eyes.

"hmmm... Gauri Kumari Sharma toh dabanng hai hi..." he said in a soft tone, reserved only for her. She nodded proudly at the compliment from her husband. "Lekin kya Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi bhi utni hi dabanng hai?" She frowned, "Yeh kaisa sawaal hai? Dono toh hum hi hain na? Toh agar, Gauri Kumari Sharma dabanng hai, toh Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi ussey kahin zyada dabanng hai!" she asked, and Omkara almost felt his heart swell with pride at the innocent answer. "Prove it..." he said in a challenged tone, and Gauri raised a brow. "Prove? Abhi? Nahi nahi, abhi toh bahut kaam hai..." She wiggled out from his hold and when she moved away, he said, "Kyun? Darr gayi?"

Gauri stared back at her husband, who looked at her with a crooked smirk. She faced him, determined, "Bilkul nahi. Bataiye, kya karna hai humein, apne aap ko prove karne ke liye?" Omkara walked to her, snaked his arms around her waist, slow and deliberate, causing her breath to hitch as his palm now spanned the bare skin of her waist through the slit of her kurti. Bending down, he whispered in her ears, "Kiss me..." Gauri felt her heart thud loudly as she registered his words. "K... kiss?" Omkara nodded with a smug look on his face. "Kiss karogi, ya phir main ye maan loon ke Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi darr gayi?" Gauri shook her head, "N... nahi... hum darthe nahi hain... hum... hum kar lenge na..."

Omkara felt his heart beating faster as he bent down to her level. "Aap agar humein aise ghoor ke dekhenge toh humse nahi hoga." She whined, and he sighed as he closed his eyes. He felt her tiny palm rest on his cheek, and even before he could savour the anticipated moment, she pecked a chaste kiss on his cheek and stepped away quickly. Omkara opened his eyes to watch his wife blushing to a shade a red.

"Yeh kaisa pheeka kiss hua?" Omkara asked, and Gauri frowned, "Pheeka matlab?" Omkara pulled her closer this time, and breathing against her cheek, he whispered in her ears, "Main toh woh, angrezi picture wali kiss ki baat kar raha tha." "HAAYE DAYYA!" Gauri almost screeched, and Omkara had to cover his ears to prevent his ears from bleeding at her shrill voice, "Aap kitne cheapde ho gaye gaye hain?" she said to him, almost in a shocking tone. "Issmein cheapde honewali kya baat hai? Husband ka toh haq banta hai. Agar patni apne pati ko kiss nahi karegi, toh phir kisse karegi?" Gauri shook her head, "Humein sharam aa rahi hai..." she whispered softly, almost hiding her face in his chest. He held her chin and made her face him. "Toh iska matlab Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi darpok hai? Ek kiss se darr gayi?"

With what followed next, too say that Omkara was pleasantly shocked would have been an understatement. As soon as he said those words, she grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his. But it had ended before it began. "Ho gaya..." she said as if she had completed one of the kitchen chores. "Kiss aise thodi karte hain?" Omkara complained, and Gauri, without thinking, said, "Toh phir kaise karte hain?" Omkara grinned like a cheshire cat, and Gauri realized it wasn't very smart of her to ask that of him. Before she could change her mind, he had pulled her in his arms.

Looking into her eyes, he grazed her cheek with his knuckles. Tucking her hair behind her ear, he let his fingertips graze the length of her neck. Slanting her face upward, he bent down. Gauri closed her eyes, praying that she wouldn't pass out due to the intense proximity with her husband. He brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth, and Gauri gasped at the sensations that coursed through her veins. It was barely a brush of his lip, and she was already on the verge of melting. Without moving away, he dragged his lips towards hers, and hovered a few millimeters away. He could sense her fastened heartbeat, and the mingling of their breaths heightened the sparks that were just being lit.

He brushed his lips against hers. Once. Twice. Thrice. And each time, she felt as if she was falling freely into some space, where he was holding onto her. What began as an innocent brush of lips, escalated quickly into something fiery. With his mouth latched onto hers, his hands began exploring her curves, as if trying to memorize each edge of hers through her clothes. Omkara felt as if he had unleashed a dam of raw emotions when he felt his usually shy wife gripping the collar of his kurta, and pulling him closer if that was possible, while exploring the contours of his mouth with her tongue, tasting him, and savouring him. His hand slipped under her kurti and drummed on her ribcage, heading towards her ample breasts. The moment his hand closed over one of her breast, she dug her nails into his back, and with that, he tweaked her nipple through the lacy bra.

She tore her mouth away as she gasped for air, and tried to remember to breathe when she felt him pull down the cup of her bra and brush his fingers against the crinkled skin of her areola. "Ommm..." she sighed in a voice she had never known she possessed, and Omkara couldn't help but rock his pelvis into her, just to let her know how she affected him, only to have her gasping at the erotic sensations that spread through her entire body.

"O... chulbul bhabhi..." Rudy's voice echoed in the room as he knocked their door, causing the two of them to freeze. "Daadi ka birthday aaj hi celebrate karni hai. Jaldi aao aap dono!" he said, to which Om, still in a daze, replied a yes, with his hand still on her bare breast. "Ermm..." Gauri said nervously a few seconds later, and Omkara moved his hand out from her kurti, "Aap woh neele rang ka kurta pehen lijiye..." she said as she still panted for breath. Picking up the paper from the floor, she dashed out of the room. Omkara smiled to himself. He had forgotten how to breathe after that kiss, and Gauri remembered his question about what he must be wearing for the birthday. He grinned to himself as he recalled the kiss. His dilemma and commitment issues had made him wait for too long for something this beautiful. And he couldn't wait to explore a more passionate side of his wife. He looked at the ajar door, wishing he could have his chiraiyya all to himself knowing that he wouldn't get another chance to talk to her again until the party was over; and once he had her to himself, he would keep provoking her, kissing her, touching her, and would make sure to stoke that fire in her, that would keep both of them warm.

A few hours later, after Daadi had cut the cake, Rudy had asked her if she expected any gift which she hadn't received already. "Bass, ab jaldh se jaldh iss ghar ke aangan mein mere par-pothe, par-pothiyaan aa jaaye, aur main apne ShivOm ka bachpan phir se jee loon..." Annika and Gauri blushed looking at their respective husbands, and Shivaay grinned, while Omkara just winked at Gauri. "Daadi..." Rudy said, "Mujhe lagta hai ke bahut jaldh ek chota sa, pyaara sa, deep-meaningful baatein karnewala nanha munha lambe baal wala chota O iss ghar mein harharaike daudega... Kyunki jabse Om bhaiyya ne Chulbul bhabhi ko bareilly se utha ke laaye hain, tabse unke room ka darwaza hamesha hi bandh rehta hai" Everyone laughed as Gauri and Om blushed harder while Rudy continued, "Maine toh O se ek baar kaha bhi tha ke raat ke 8 baje room bandh karna aur kaam pe lag jaana..." "Kaisa kaam?" Shivaay asked cheekily, earning a glare from Om, as Rudy replied, "Arey, mujhe chachu banana ka kaam...aur O ne pehli baar meri baat seriously li,. Infact ab toh darwaza poora time bandh hi rehta hai..." Everyone laughed while Gauri and Om wished the earth would swallow them up.

Later that night, when Gauri returned to the bedroom, she involuntarily blushed as she recalled the make-out session with her husband that evening. The minute she closed the door, she felt Om hugging her from behind. "Omkara ji... chodiye hamein..." she said softly, knowing his intentions very well. "Aise kaise chod doon? Suna nahi Daadi ne kya kaha? Unko iss ghar mein unke par-pothe par-pothi chahiye. Ab agar hum paas nahi aayenge, pyaar nahi karenge, toh Daadi ki wish adhoori reh jaayegi na? aur badon ki baat ka maan rakhna, choton ka farz hai na?" Gauri blankly nodded as he tried twisting his words. By the time she realized what he meant, he had already carried her in his arms. "Aap na, hamein baaton mein uljha rahein hai..." she said shyly and nervously. He gently placed her in the centre of the bed, and as he leaned down, he whispered with a hint of mischief in his tone, "Thik hai, toh kal subah tak hum koi baat nahi karenge..." She closed her eyes when he felt her undo one of the buttons of her kurti... And in a few seconds, the lights turned off.