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Hello people,
I am back.
Thank you very much for the love you showed to my previous SS Aankhon ki Gustakhiyaan. Many people requested me to continue with it, so I have decided to call it Season I Goa Chapter and started another one the Mumbai chapter first part below. I am not sure how many parts this will be, as it is not a day to day account as was the Goa chapter. The length and number of parts will depend on appreciation received and inspiration I get .
Aankhon ki Gustakhiyan Season II Mumbai Chapter
Part 1
They had arrived in Mumbai three days before Daadi's 75th birthday. They were very excited to celebrate Daadi's diamond jubilee with all the pomp and show the Oberois could afford, after all Daadi deserved it, for all the love and care she had given them all these years. In years she had shown them more than 75 shades a persona can have, all they were, they had learned from her. She was responsible with Shivaay, creative with Omkara and with Rudy she became the mischief-maker against the older Obros. With Gauri, Daadi threw tantrums like the kid of the house and was pampered accordingly, fed her medicines and food; and Gauri would even prepare for all her temple rituals, anything she wanted, they were very similar in their spiritual temperament. And for Anika, Daadi was a friend, from the very first day, Priyanka had introduced them, they had shared their deepest thoughts and fears with each other, mostly concerning their common topic SSO.
They were all eager to show their love to Daadi, earn her blessings and get the title of Daadi's favourite as a trophy. So there was a competition amongst them as to who would prepare the best surprise for Daadi's bday. In doing so, they were being very secretive with each other. The Obros had formed a team, since they didn't hide anything from each other anyways, and so the Obahus decided to form a group as well in order to make the fight fair. They had even enlisted Bhavya, who had returned to Mumbai a day after them from Goa. Bhavya was all too obliging, she loved coming to Oberoi Mansion, the only home she knew and in Daadi, she saw the protector she never had. Being an ACP, all tough on the outside for the world, she had forgotten her softer side, and having Daadi take her side and fight for her every time Rudra misbehaved, she felt she had someone.
This obviously had some impact on Rikara us' time. Omkara was desperate to see his chiraiyya, he had only had glimpses of her in the past two days, since they split into groups to prepare Daadi's surprise, and every time he tried to corner her to steal a kiss, she behaved all secretive. At night, she would come late in the room and since they were both tired, they just fell asleep at the drop of the hat.
Gauri was suffering too. She was missing all the pampering and surprises she had received from her Jatadhari, when in Goa, but was also happy to return back to OM, back to the family, to Daadi and to Jhaanvi Ma as she called her. She was spending most of her time with Anika and Bhavya these days, preparing for Daadi's surprise. In addition, the Obahus were in-charge of the party as well, Anika for the catering, and Gauri for the decorations.
She stole glances at her Nandi, every now and then they crossed each other in the corridor, the last time, she had managed to run into his arms somehow by mistake. Gauri' his seductive voice called out to her, as he caressed her hair and kissed her on the forehead. She had then made a run from there, all red and blushing. Not too much longer' she thought, patience Gauri'.
And she was right, the D-Day had arrived, since morning, she was very busy looking after all the decorations. Omkara was trying to get her attention when they were in the room, but she kept stitching this special dupatta she was preparing for Daadi's God statues as a personal gift. Gauri' he pleaded, trying to get her to look at him. Boliye na Om. I am listening' she said, without lifting her head, still engrossed in her handiwork, Nothing' he said, and walked out, stomping his foot. Shit' she had managed to irk him, the person who had all the patience in this world. She chided herself and made a resolve to make up for it after the party.
In the morning, Daadi and visited the temple with Gauri and distributed sweets and clothes to many poor people. She had also made donations to several charities. In the evening, it was a classy affair. The party was a rage. Every person who had any status in Mumbai had arrived. Everyone was dressed in their best outfits, showing off, bringing gifts for Daadi, all of which she passed on to the Oberoi Charitable Trust'.
I don't need any gifts' she said, I have everything I need right here', looking very proudly at her family.
But Daadi, we want to give you a surprise,' interrupted the Obros and Obahus together.
Everybody was looking at them stunned. Shall we, Daadi?' asked Shivaay.
Yes, I am excited' said Daadi.
With this Shivaay requested all to be seated, the stage was brought in, the servants and helpers arranged musical instruments hurriedly on it and the Obros walked up center-stage in their signature style, Shivaay in the middle holding hands of his two bros either side. They took their positions and started.
Shivaay on the guitar, Omkara on the piano and Rudy on the drums, they started singing in unison Jeevan ke pal...' a song their Daadi had hummed to them ever since they remember and eventually they hummed as a family on special occasions. Everyone was mesmerised. Daadi had tears in her eyes, and so did all the elder Oberois, including Pinky. The Obahus just couldn't take their eyes off their respective beaus, completely lost in them, feeling a sense of pride. As soon as the song finished, Daadi went up the stage and hugged them all, Gauri jumped up, clapping with her hands and cheering her Om. Anika was cheering too, but she had to pull Gauri to restrain her lest the Obros won?
Next was their turn, the Obahus, they quickly sneaked away to get ready whilst the servants and helpers got busy in rearranging the stage. Obros were on tenterhooks, whilst talking to their business colleagues, friends etc. who had come to the party, they were distracted, what were the Obahus going to do?' they were eager to find out.
They didn't have to wait long. The stage had turned into a 40s style urban area with three bicycles on it with a screen behind. The lights were dimmed, the screen went live showing a backdrop, the Obahus, dressed in 4os style saree and plaited hair, started cycling on stationary bikes, singing Banke panchhi gaye pyaar ka tarana...Daadi's favourite song, in her favourite costumes, reminding her of the favourite times, when she was young...
It was time for Obros to be mesmerised, they couldn't help smiling, at times laughing, doing wah wah at their wives's antics, ShivKara were enjoying this too much, they loved it too much, they couldn't stop clapping at sending admiring glances to their wives after it was over. Daadi once again jumped on the stage, threw a few thumkas with her chirayyas and laughed again with tears of joy in her eyes. It was a lovely affair; the crowd had given a standing ovation to both the acts and since dinner was long done, everyone started dispersing. The family got busy in sending the guests off.
Omkara saw this as a perfect opportunity to steal his Gauri away, enough' he thought, I need her now'. So in long strides he marched up to her, took her by surprise, she was instructing the servants to clear the stage. She turned, without a word, he picked her up and they were off. Where are you taking me' she complained. ssshhh' he replied. He stopped only at his studio, made her stand and cornered her against the wall. Aap' before she could say anything, her lips were sealed with his. The kiss turned into a heated make-out session, where Omkara took complete charge, he was in no mood to spare her, he was holding her back, caressing her with both his hands, whilst doing things to her lips she could hardly fathom. She was lost, Was that a plan to kill me, test my patience, with that look and those expressions, what did you expect? You trouble me too much' he said, and started un-braiding her plait, whilst still kissing her, not giving her any chance to explain herself.
And what was she going to explain? Apologise for looking so beautiful that Omkara couldn't control himself and just wanted to ravish her. He played with her 40s style blouse, her saree, her open hair now that had folds in them. Gauri' he moaned, hmmm' she replied...they were in the middle of this heated moment, their lips locked, when Rudy started knocking on the door, O, Chulbul Bhabhi, open the door, I left my jacket inside'.
Damn Rudy ' Omkara moved to open the door , as if to kill Rudy, leaving Gauri all hot and flustered, she gathered her nerves and ran to the washroom to recover.
END
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I am back.
Thank you very much for the love you showed to my previous SS Aankhon ki Gustakhiyaan. Many people requested me to continue with it, so I have decided to call it Season I Goa Chapter and started another one the Mumbai chapter first part below. I am not sure how many parts this will be, as it is not a day to day account as was the Goa chapter. The length and number of parts will depend on appreciation received and inspiration I get .
Aankhon ki Gustakhiyan Season II Mumbai Chapter
Part 1
They had arrived in Mumbai three days before Daadi's 75th birthday. They were very excited to celebrate Daadi's diamond jubilee with all the pomp and show the Oberois could afford, after all Daadi deserved it, for all the love and care she had given them all these years. In years she had shown them more than 75 shades a persona can have, all they were, they had learned from her. She was responsible with Shivaay, creative with Omkara and with Rudy she became the mischief-maker against the older Obros. With Gauri, Daadi threw tantrums like the kid of the house and was pampered accordingly, fed her medicines and food; and Gauri would even prepare for all her temple rituals, anything she wanted, they were very similar in their spiritual temperament. And for Anika, Daadi was a friend, from the very first day, Priyanka had introduced them, they had shared their deepest thoughts and fears with each other, mostly concerning their common topic SSO.
They were all eager to show their love to Daadi, earn her blessings and get the title of Daadi's favourite as a trophy. So there was a competition amongst them as to who would prepare the best surprise for Daadi's bday. In doing so, they were being very secretive with each other. The Obros had formed a team, since they didn't hide anything from each other anyways, and so the Obahus decided to form a group as well in order to make the fight fair. They had even enlisted Bhavya, who had returned to Mumbai a day after them from Goa. Bhavya was all too obliging, she loved coming to Oberoi Mansion, the only home she knew and in Daadi, she saw the protector she never had. Being an ACP, all tough on the outside for the world, she had forgotten her softer side, and having Daadi take her side and fight for her every time Rudra misbehaved, she felt she had someone.
This obviously had some impact on Rikara us' time. Omkara was desperate to see his chiraiyya, he had only had glimpses of her in the past two days, since they split into groups to prepare Daadi's surprise, and every time he tried to corner her to steal a kiss, she behaved all secretive. At night, she would come late in the room and since they were both tired, they just fell asleep at the drop of the hat.
Gauri was suffering too. She was missing all the pampering and surprises she had received from her Jatadhari, when in Goa, but was also happy to return back to OM, back to the family, to Daadi and to Jhaanvi Ma as she called her. She was spending most of her time with Anika and Bhavya these days, preparing for Daadi's surprise. In addition, the Obahus were in-charge of the party as well, Anika for the catering, and Gauri for the decorations.
She stole glances at her Nandi, every now and then they crossed each other in the corridor, the last time, she had managed to run into his arms somehow by mistake. Gauri' his seductive voice called out to her, as he caressed her hair and kissed her on the forehead. She had then made a run from there, all red and blushing. Not too much longer' she thought, patience Gauri'.
And she was right, the D-Day had arrived, since morning, she was very busy looking after all the decorations. Omkara was trying to get her attention when they were in the room, but she kept stitching this special dupatta she was preparing for Daadi's God statues as a personal gift. Gauri' he pleaded, trying to get her to look at him. Boliye na Om. I am listening' she said, without lifting her head, still engrossed in her handiwork, Nothing' he said, and walked out, stomping his foot. Shit' she had managed to irk him, the person who had all the patience in this world. She chided herself and made a resolve to make up for it after the party.
In the morning, Daadi and visited the temple with Gauri and distributed sweets and clothes to many poor people. She had also made donations to several charities. In the evening, it was a classy affair. The party was a rage. Every person who had any status in Mumbai had arrived. Everyone was dressed in their best outfits, showing off, bringing gifts for Daadi, all of which she passed on to the Oberoi Charitable Trust'.
I don't need any gifts' she said, I have everything I need right here', looking very proudly at her family.
But Daadi, we want to give you a surprise,' interrupted the Obros and Obahus together.
Everybody was looking at them stunned. Shall we, Daadi?' asked Shivaay.
Yes, I am excited' said Daadi.
With this Shivaay requested all to be seated, the stage was brought in, the servants and helpers arranged musical instruments hurriedly on it and the Obros walked up center-stage in their signature style, Shivaay in the middle holding hands of his two bros either side. They took their positions and started.
Shivaay on the guitar, Omkara on the piano and Rudy on the drums, they started singing in unison Jeevan ke pal...' a song their Daadi had hummed to them ever since they remember and eventually they hummed as a family on special occasions. Everyone was mesmerised. Daadi had tears in her eyes, and so did all the elder Oberois, including Pinky. The Obahus just couldn't take their eyes off their respective beaus, completely lost in them, feeling a sense of pride. As soon as the song finished, Daadi went up the stage and hugged them all, Gauri jumped up, clapping with her hands and cheering her Om. Anika was cheering too, but she had to pull Gauri to restrain her lest the Obros won?
Next was their turn, the Obahus, they quickly sneaked away to get ready whilst the servants and helpers got busy in rearranging the stage. Obros were on tenterhooks, whilst talking to their business colleagues, friends etc. who had come to the party, they were distracted, what were the Obahus going to do?' they were eager to find out.
They didn't have to wait long. The stage had turned into a 40s style urban area with three bicycles on it with a screen behind. The lights were dimmed, the screen went live showing a backdrop, the Obahus, dressed in 4os style saree and plaited hair, started cycling on stationary bikes, singing Banke panchhi gaye pyaar ka tarana...Daadi's favourite song, in her favourite costumes, reminding her of the favourite times, when she was young...
It was time for Obros to be mesmerised, they couldn't help smiling, at times laughing, doing wah wah at their wives's antics, ShivKara were enjoying this too much, they loved it too much, they couldn't stop clapping at sending admiring glances to their wives after it was over. Daadi once again jumped on the stage, threw a few thumkas with her chirayyas and laughed again with tears of joy in her eyes. It was a lovely affair; the crowd had given a standing ovation to both the acts and since dinner was long done, everyone started dispersing. The family got busy in sending the guests off.
Omkara saw this as a perfect opportunity to steal his Gauri away, enough' he thought, I need her now'. So in long strides he marched up to her, took her by surprise, she was instructing the servants to clear the stage. She turned, without a word, he picked her up and they were off. Where are you taking me' she complained. ssshhh' he replied. He stopped only at his studio, made her stand and cornered her against the wall. Aap' before she could say anything, her lips were sealed with his. The kiss turned into a heated make-out session, where Omkara took complete charge, he was in no mood to spare her, he was holding her back, caressing her with both his hands, whilst doing things to her lips she could hardly fathom. She was lost, Was that a plan to kill me, test my patience, with that look and those expressions, what did you expect? You trouble me too much' he said, and started un-braiding her plait, whilst still kissing her, not giving her any chance to explain herself.
And what was she going to explain? Apologise for looking so beautiful that Omkara couldn't control himself and just wanted to ravish her. He played with her 40s style blouse, her saree, her open hair now that had folds in them. Gauri' he moaned, hmmm' she replied...they were in the middle of this heated moment, their lips locked, when Rudy started knocking on the door, O, Chulbul Bhabhi, open the door, I left my jacket inside'.
Damn Rudy ' Omkara moved to open the door , as if to kill Rudy, leaving Gauri all hot and flustered, she gathered her nerves and ran to the washroom to recover.
END
So what say people? Leave comments and check out Season I - Goa Chapter as well if you haven't already.
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