Rikara FF: Paradise Regained (Index: Pg1, Ch 11: Pg 32) - Page 16

Anika and Gauri were chatting away near the pool. It was a pleasant evening and the ladies were enjoying each other's company. They had a unexplained sisterly affection right from the start and were quite comfortable having a heart-to-heart conversation.

Anika started off a complicated question "Gauri agar main ek baat poochoon tum galat nahi samjhegi?"

"Bhaujai yeh kya baat hui, aap humse kuch bhi pooch sakthe hai"

"Tu sach main khush ho. Tumhaari aur om ke beech sab teek hogaya hai. Tu samajh rahi hain na, main kya pooch rahi hoon?" Anika asked a pretty personal question, keeping in mind her conversation with Shivaay during the other day, while Gauri was blissfully oblivious that Anika did have a clue about some unresolved tensions, between her and her Jatadhari.

"Nahi nahi bhaujaai, aisa kuch nahi hai, omkaara ji bahut pyaar karte hain humse, aur main bahut khush hoon" Gauri being gauri, didn't want to bother family about their personal issues, hence painted a rosy picture.

Anika smiled mysteriously at Gauri's frantic effort to coverup while Gauri grew thoughtful whether or not Anika is convinced.

Their conversation was interrupted by their respective husbands who were smiling all the way along whilst joining them in their private chat.

Anika's concentration seemed to immediately shift to her billuji, as she interwined his hand with hers, placed along his lap, enquiring about his day. Noticing this, Gauri convinced herself to put up similar act, sot that her bhaujai is convinced about the rosy picture that she just painted.

They all were seated on the mattress placed near the pool, legs stretched and arms relaxed against the wall. While gauri sat with her legs stretched, Omkaara sat near her with slightly folded legs and tilted body so that he could face her. The ladies had been listening to songs, whilst their chatting session, which was still playing in the background. Just then Gauri did the unexpected. She placed her hand on his lap and her feet on his and leaned forward near his ears to enquire about his day. Omkaara was taken aback for a second.

"Omkaaraji aapki din kaisi thi" She smiled with all her teeth, while he was still deciphering her actions. Gauri in her attempt to frantically reciprocate Anika's wifey gesture, was caressing his inner thigh, since her small hands could only manage to reach there.

Omkaara's breath hitched for a moment. He was pretty sure, she is oblivious to what she has been doing, but he didn't know why. He was confused as to why she was putting up a touchy act, all of a sudden, but he was increasingly aware of how his little chirrayya had the capability of throwing him off balance with her miniscule gestures. IF that was not sufficient, her feet had been giving him major troubles as her little toe ranged up and down his feet. He never knew such a little caress of feet could arouse him to this extent, as he helplessly looked at her, chattering about something insignificant. Anika turned towards them, in between her conversation, to check on Gauri, which caused her to amp up the drama even more.

She was oblivious that she was squeezing her Jatadhari's intimate flesh, with her tiny little fist, while being involved in all the glorious pretense of happy couple until up to the point when he had to place his hand on hers, to hold it firm. She now entwined her fingers with his, just as Anika did, admiring the lyrics of the song playing in the background. Her feet danced on its own rhythm on his, while remaining blissfully unaware of the sensual torture that he was squirming under.

If that was not enough, she ran her fingers through his hair, to shrug off something stuck to his hair, massaging his scalp with her petite fingers. Omkaara couldn't take it anymore. His mind was running wild with varied sensations, his newly found foot fetish and a dire need to run those tiny hands all over him. He needs to take her back to their room, for avoiding the embarrassment of his brother or bhabhi having to hear him moan.

He lifted her up, their fingers still entwined, leaving a blissfully unaware anika and shivaay who were lost in one another. His eagerness to continue the drama that had just snapped went sour only to notice Gauri withdrawing back to own self. He was in a complete mess again.

**

Though she was wading him through hot and cold waters, nothing could stop him from surprising her with his thoughtful gestures. While he was all contented and happy about having to express his love towards her by all these, he never expected a brewing storm in his wife.

Omkaara was eagerly awaiting her to come back, after dinner. It was the first time he got her jewelry. He had spent nearly 3 hours finalizing it, didn't want to take it alone; got a saree along with it. He was enjoying this feeling of being all hubby-ish while his heart jumped with excitement anticipating the twinkle in her doe-eyes. Finally she came back. He was expecting the right moment, and when he felt it was right, he went in for the gift.

"Gauri.. I got something for you. Hope tumhe pasand aayegi" Gauri was surprised when extended the velvet-wrapped box towards her.

She'd been getting used to this now but something has been troubling her, big time. She opened the box to find a delicate piece of diamond-studded necklace, bangles and eardrops lying all exquisite and magnificient and another box containing a beautiful & silky bead embellished gold and white saree, glowing in the dark.

Omkaara couldn't deduce the emotions of his wife's face, as her face was tilted below. He lifted her up to find that happy glint of hers, only to get surprised for life.

Her eyes were red and teary, a prelude of the storm brewing inside. He was petrified

"Gauri kya hua"

"Ab aap kab mujhe ghar se nikaalne wale hai?"

He was startled for a second, as he tried to make sense of what she was speaking

"Kkk..kyun.. kya hua?" He stared at her, petrified.

"Aap aise hi karte aaye hain na.. Pyaar dikhathe, umeed badathe phir mujhe ghar se nikaalte hain.. Iss baar toh aapne hadd hi kar di.. aap toh aise pyaar dikha rahe hai, jaise ki kal hi na ho. Boliye Omkaaraji.. kab nikaalne wale hai aap..? Pichli do baar, khud ko wapas lane ke liye mujhe bahu saare takat juta paani thi.. Ab mujhse nahi hota omkaaraji. Iss baar aise kuch hua, pata nahi main khud ko wapas jod paongi ki nahi. Isse pehle aap kuch aisa karde, main aapse pooch rahi hoon, pleaj batadijiye. Mujhe dar lagta hai, aapki pyaar main" Her basic insecurities were rearing their ugly head, invoking fear and helplessness of having to go through another heart break while being unaware how she was crumpling his heart in to pieces.

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