RikaraSS- AAnkhon ki Gustakhiyaan-SeasonI-Goa Chapter-Part 5

Aankhon ki Gustakhiyaan - Day 5 Part 5

Omkara was desperate. He couldn't wait for the clock to show the time he was waiting for. Past 24 hours had been the hardest in his life, when it came to exercising self-control. It was torture staying away from her, his Gauri, especially when he had planned that himself. He couldn't help cursing himself for coming up with such an idea. He had decided that to draw her out of her shell, where she remained the adarsh bahu' only, he had to do something like this, tease her a bit. He had seen glimpses of the passionate Dabangg Gauri first time in Bareilly, many times as Chulbul and several times as the mischief maker whose help Rudy had sought out many times in the past months in Oberoi Mansion. They were crime partners, Rudy and her; he couldn't help smiling at their camaraderie, his baby bro and his little chirayya. He was so proud of her for forging such deep bonds with his entire family; they all loved her in their own ways. He was the last one. He was the only one, who had doubted her and realised his bond with her so late in the day, when he was almost going to lose her!
This thought sent shivers down his spine, with a new resolve, he got up and said to himself, No more, Omkara, she is yours and you are hers. I will bring her back, she will be as happy she used to be before I met her'. Repeating this he headed to his destination.

Gauri was dumb-struck once again looking at the dress Omkara ji had sent for her. It was a beautiful nude pink dress with a skirt made of soft material and a cut sleeve crop top, which exposed her stomach. There was a dupatta, same colour but sprinkled with stars, soft but shining like the night sky. She was overwhelmed by this beautiful selection. Last time she wore that colour, she had received many compliments from everyone in the household, especially her Rudy bhaiyaa, who was teasing her like anything for looking so beautiful. She smiled and decided to take a shower, morning rituals and dress up for the day. She had no idea what itinerary was planned for them that day, but she knew it would be the best, anything done by her Bade Bhaiyaa and her Jatadhari would be world-class. In her hurry to try on the dress, she forgot to check for a night dress in the package and the note.

She quickly got ready and waited for Anika. In the meantime, she decided to call her mother and relate all about her day yesterday in Goa. An hour later, Anika called to say that they were not due to go out until mid-afternoon, so they could have a relaxed breakfast, maybe in Gauri's room and then have a relaxed start to the day. Anika, was smiling to herself, happy at the thought what was in store for Gauri today, she didn't know the details but she knew her big devar was going to whisk her off to somewhere. And the very thought of spending the day with Shivaay made her ecstatic, SSO all to herself for a good 5-6 hours, yippee, she jumped with joy. They had breakfast together talking about how beautiful Goa was and what would they see more in the next few days.

Anika kept looking at her watch, and as if on cue, spilled a whole load of orange juice on herself Oh bete ki, phail gaya raita'. She remarked, acting all innocent. Oh no bhaujai' said Gauri, go and change quickly and give this for laundry else your dress will be ruined.
You don't worry Gauri, you get ready we need leave soon' Anika stated
Ok Bhaujai, I am ready only. I will wait for you to change' Gauri pleaded
Oh no, you go to the limo and settle down, take the bag I brought in just now with you, I will join you soon' Anika ordered.
We will go together Bhaujai'
Anika almost pushed Gauri out of the room, she was becoming difficult, You go, I am coming in 5 minutes' saying this Anika rushed off to her room.
Gauri, already out of her room with the bag, headed to the limo, sat down and just as she was going to instruct the driver that Anika will join in 5 minutes, the car started and she was heading somewhere already!
Oh no, Driver bhaiya, we need to wait for Anika Bhaujai. Stop, stop. She cried. But the partition between the driver's area and main cabin in the limo was sound-proof and so he couldn't hear her, plus, he had instructions from ShivKara and there was no way he was going to against them two. So he carried on.
Whilst Gauri was thinking about what to do, her phone rang, it was Anika, Gauri, you go ahead, I just remembered I had to go see this boarding school for Saahil today, so I will not join you, you should go ahead'.
Nahin, Bhaujai, hum aapke bina kaise, hum wapas aa rahe hain'.
Gauri, do as I say, promise me, you will get to the venue and stay there, as planned'. Anika urged.
What has happened to Bhaujai' thought Gauri, but she was defeated once Anika, who she thought of as her big sis had asked her to do something, she could not refuse. So she agreed.

Gauri reached the venue in half hour, it looked like a cottage handicraft resort, made with mud architecture but fully fitted with contemporary luxury, surrounded by lush green landscape and a river, there were several colourful stalls full of art and craft, restaurant, exhibition space etc. As soon as Gauri got off the car, a host of people came to welcome her, Welcome M'am, we are very pleased to have you here Mrs. Omkara Oberoi. Sir has built this place brick by brick; his vision is elaborate, we are lucky to have patrons such as yourself and sir supporting us'. She was awe-struck, how many more layers of Om was she going to see. She always knew he was a philanthropic and sensitive person, but to do everything with so much passion! She was overwhelmed.

She greeted them, she was given a tour of the place by the manager himself, shown all the workshops of how various craft was created by artisans, who used to be poor but were now making a good living because of this place. She felt a sense of pride she could not contain, she felt like if the Jatadhari was in front of her right now, she would have hugged him tight. She blushed at the thought. Later, she had lunch with the artisans and their family, and knowing Gauri, it was not at all difficult for her to mingle with them, get to know them personally and be one of them. They loved her instantly, so down to earth, and such a pure heart. They felt blessed in her company.

After lunch, she rested a little bit in Omkara's private resort suite which was in a secluded area overlooking the riverine landscape, beautifully built over two floors with a huge terrace. She was just admiring the landscape below, when she heard a tap on the door, a lady was there' M'am, I have been asked to usher you' please follow me'. Ok, yes, another meet and greet? Sure' Gauri was all too obliging; after all she had some duties to fulfil as a Obahu. She was taken to another secluded area close to the suite, which looked like a pottery station, several potters wheels lay there, with wet mud ready to be moulded. Wow, Gauri got excited Can I?' she asked.
Yes m'am, it's all yours. Please excuse me' said the lady and left.

Gauri looked around, this area was completely private and secluded, the resort people had all left, she settled down to spin the wheel, added some mud and got to work, happy. She was completely absorbed in her reverie, trying to make her pot stay on the spinning wheel, when she felt two hands touch her on the shoulders from above, making their way to her palms where she held the wet mud. Aap?'.
She knew who it was, only one person's touch would make her feel that way in the whole wide world, her Om's.

He smiled, taking her palms in his, moulding the clay together with her. He was behind her, his hair loose brushing against her face, his face leaning over her shoulder, his chest touching her back. She was feeling like mush, just like the wet clay she was trying to mould, in such close proximity to him. His smell, his breath on her face, it was all too mesmerising for her to concentrate on the pot, but then she didn't have to, he was there. Together they worked the pot on the wheel, little by little, it was taking shape.

This is the beginning of us Gauri, a new beginning, pure love without any doubts, conditions, nothing. We are going to mould this relationship together with love and care, just like this pot', said Omkara. Tears sprinkled down her face, tears of joy and pride and love. She was happy, too happy to express. The pot turned out beautiful, they were lost in each other. Omkara was as affected by her. He removed his hand from the wheel, trying to turn her face and wipe her tears. I am sorry Gauri, for all the pain I have given you so far, but believe me, in giving you in that pain, I was suffering myself. My heart and mind were on a constant battle with each other. I don't know myself for how long I have loved you, who could be more unlucky than me, to realise his love for you now.

Gauri turned her face and buried it in his chest, hugging him tight with her clay-laden hands, leaving marks on his white shirt, her palms' imprints. He hugged her back covering her dupatta with his palms. I missed you so much; please don't make me feel like this ever again, please' pleaded Gauri.
It was as difficult for me my love, more difficult, coz I have missed you even when you were in front of me. Because of my misplaced hatred and preconceptions about you I could not love you back, but I was constantly attracted to you, I wanted to be so close to you, getting to know you, but I couldn't. I have missed you every moment of my life when I have dismissed the opportunity to love you.' Omkara explained.

They were lost in each other's arms, stood up together, that's when Omkara came out of the embrace and noticed her. She looked delectable, in that nude pink dress, hair dishevelled; parts of her were covered in mud palms drenched in wet clay, her breath heavy. He could not bear it anymore; he pulled her to himself, tracing her waist and stomach with wet clay-laden hands, marking her as his. Her breath hitched, breathing became heavier, he observed her, his own heart was racing. Her skin felt like silk under his touch, he continued his ministrations with his hands; one hand on her waist, the other collected her hair together on one side, exposing her neck.

Gauri' he said, May I' he said. I want to mould you with my hands, feel you like I feel the clay between my fingers whilst creating a sculpture. You are the most beautiful sculpture created by God himself. Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are? You are the most stunning thing I have seen in my life and believe me I have seen a lot, being an artist. I cannot take my eyes off you, not now, not today, not ever. I don't want to'. Saying this Omkara leaned in and kissed her neck, the space he had just cleared from her hair. Current ran down both the bodies and souls, as soon as his lips touched her skin. Gauri blushed, and pushed him away, feeling shy, like she could drown this moment. He smirked and came closer, covered her with some more wet clay on her exposed skin, it felt like heaven, the cool, wet aromatic clay on her silken surfaces. The colour blending with her dress. She was shaking, as if her legs would give way anytime, he decided not to torture her further, picked her up in his arms and walked towards the suite. She clung to him with her life.

The sun had started to set on the horizon and their merged silhouette walked past the suite and to the limo which stood in the parking. He sat down, with her still in his lap as if he would never let go. He ordered the driver to leave, whilst he dedicated all hi senses to his Gauri, his love. The entire journey they were in the same position, she on his lap, lost in each other, they didn't realise when they reached. He carried her to her suite via the private entrance, made her stand.

Rest well, my love. I hope you enjoyed your day. I will see you soon'. With that he was gone. She wanted him to stay but inside herself she knew she was not ready. Smiling, she walked to the mirror, looked at herself, his imprints on her with clay and blushed remembering those moments. She walked into the shower reluctantly, not wanting to wash them away, but then she knew, there will be more, much more lovely moments like this in her life now. After the shower, she looked for the night dress which should have been in the package, only to find Omkara's black kurta and a note!

Om's note:
I bit of me for you tonight, I think it will suit you more, cannot forget the picture of you in my shirt, thank you for giving me that vision !

She was surprised and blushing at the same time. She wore it, feeling like his arms were wrapped around her, his aroma surrounded her; she will have a very good sleep tonight. She didn't want to disturb Anika thinking that Bhaujai must be with Bade Bhaiya, with this in mind, she ordered room service, watched some TV, spoke with her Dandi bhiaya, and slept, ready for a new day and a new beginning.

Omkara was in his room, getting ready to go out with ShivRu for the music festival, after all he had some commitments towards his bros. But he could not take the day out of his mind, his Gauri, covered in wet clay by him. He couldn't have stayed one sec in that room with her, without taking her, and he knew she wasn't ready, they weren't ready, they had many more milestones to cover in this journey, but what a journey it will be!
This made him smile.

END

So guys, what you think?
I know it is based on each day's happenings but sometimes, the days overlap, merge into each other or a day is presented as a flashback like the last update. I hope everyone got that?
And I have now changed it to SS rather than OS - thank you for your support and comments so far.
This update is dedicated to the Rikarian who mentioned pottery scene in a twitter post. I hope I did justice to your thoughts?
Leave your comments, encouragement, motivation blah blah.