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I have come with this one shot for FaYani. I know how much of an effort it takes to compose something RiKara when we have almost none on screen. Thank you for all your effort into Paradise Regained and Mere Rang Mein Rangne Waali FaYani ... I Louuu You. Karthi I also have some pretty and colorful pictures for you 😉 ... One Again Thankooo and Happy RiKara Reading!
HER WISH
Upon entering their studio apartment, on the sculpture table modeled a single burning candle in an old-fashioned brass holder which greeted her with a note saying, "Walk with me." The apartment was completely dark and the air was warm and still. She heard the faint sounds of a jazz piano drifting amongst some painted canvases in the living room from the direction of the bedroom. She lay her purse and keys down on the table and began walking across the living, the brass holder in her hand.
Various thoughts occupied Gauri's mind. Why did he ask her to come here at this late hour in the night? Is he alright? Did he not eat or did he not rest? She always thought that she is the vibrant person amongst the two but sharing space with him made her realize that he is the one versatile. O, Om, Omkara, Omkaraji and Omkara Singh Oberoi are different people and dealing with any of them can demand a lot of patience. What was he thinking of doing now?
She reached the bedroom door, which was just ajar. She held the candle in her left hand and gently pressed the door with her right, peering in, as it swung open. Stepping into the room, she absorbed the scene, a dozen or so candles spread throughout the room provided dancing, shimmering light. The fresh smell of citrus filled the warm still air, swirling with the sounds of a soft jazz piano. On the floor, spread out in front of the bed, lay a thick comforter; a small pillow placed at the top, with a tray nearby, covered by a maroon silk scarf. He lay reclined on the bed, dressed in his black kurta; hands folded in his lap, a magazine next to his leg.
He rose to meet her, a sly smile on his face. They exchanged looks, but no words, as he took the candle from her and placed it on the dresser.
"I missed you.
"Omkara, it has been more than a week that you don't want to come back to me ... is something bothering you? Is there too much of work? Did something happen? Did I do something wrong? Gauri was so worried.
"Relax Gauri ... Don't panic its just some urgent professional commitments taking away my time ... many things just got preponed and so I had to work. Omkara said holding her face.
"Did you care to eat properly? You should have come back home to rest. Why did you call me here? Gauri scolded him gripping the tiny buttons on his chest.
"I wanted to talk to you. His thumb caressed her lower lip.
I wanted to talk to you. He says it like it's the most obvious answer in the world. He asked her to drive for more than an hour and come to him, so that they could have a conversation. She wanted to laugh and cry and hug the beating heart out of him. She tiptoes and kisses him instead.
As soon as her lips are on his, his hand is at the back of her neck and he's pulling her against his chest like he's been waiting for this forever and he's not going to let her get away with the annoyed expression and even she does not want to get away; and she knew if they were not standing, she would climb into his lap just to be closest to him. Then he shifts just slightly and she is not kissing him anymore. He's kissing her. And when he does, part of her is lost. But it's the part that's twisted and irritated and cranky specifically towards someone who is her husband, and for just that moment, with his hands in her hair and his lips on her mouth she would want to believe that such part never existed.
She has no idea of what has gotten into her, behaving like a possessive and more than that a possessed woman. She really can't breathe. The situation made worse by the lips that are suddenly pressing into hers coaxing her lips to part
She felt like their tongues have fallen madly in love swaying to a tune as old as time and gotten married with all the rituals and moved to Paris in a new apartment.
After she is sure that he has made up for all the former days of kisslessness, she pleaded "I think if we don't stop kissing, The world is going to explode.
"Seems like it, he whispers teasing her lower lip in between his teeth.
His hands played mischief tickling the skin underneath the slit of her Kurti as she was trying to breathe. He genuinely thanked her god for she wore her off shoulder dress. His favorite. For it lets him breathe her like the way he wants to.
Gauri looked around the dimmed room aglow with slim ivory-colored candles, their flickering flames leaving brilliant shadows on the walls. Somethings which felt like a romantic scene from a soap opera Somethings just the way she liked it. She could feel the heat growing in her cheeks. By now they must be beyond an attractive rosiness. She wanted him to touch her cheeks and feel her feelings.
"Aren't you just a sweet heart? She spoke leaning into his chest.
"Mmm..." He moans against her shoulder and his hands begin rubbing smooth lines up and down her back. The clothes feel like they could melt away under his touch; It has always been this way with Gauri ... He is tempting and so irresistible she likes it when he keeps provoking and persuading her when she tries to be firm with his touches. She feels a beautiful kind of burn just like the candle witnessing her ... Ruining in a glow.
"So warm," he murmurs as if reading her mind. He presses a wet kiss on her jaw.
With her hand holding his face toward his, Omkara caressed her lips to hers and gave her the faintest whisper of a kiss. Something about the tentativeness of it made her feel beautiful. Without a word, she could understand he is happy to meet her ... to have this moment, and then demanding at the same time. Deeper than any other feeling, she was able to sense how much he adores her.
"So how was your day? Gauri asked holding his hand.
"Good enough. He replied.
He led her by the hand to the edge of the comforter turned to face her and began to unzip her kurti, slowly and deliberately. The last hook also undone, he loosened the kurti from her back, slid it off her body and neatly placed it on the bed. He unclasped her brassiere as well, and laid it on the kurti.
He bent down to her; their mouths met again, and the shock of sensation was so strong, so overpowering, that she shut her eyes against it as if she could hide in the darkness of the room. He murmured and gathered her against him.
She smiled when he folded the maroon silk to tie it blindfolding her face. She knew what was going to come but she felt tingles of excitement when she felt the taste of chilled champagne in her mouth and the texture of warm dark chocolate on her chest. He was up to no good. Not for tonight.
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