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Aankhon ki Gustakhiyan Season III Berlin Chapter
Part 4
Life had started falling into a rhythm for them, although each day brought with it, new challenges, new desires and new friends. Today was no different. In the morning they had breakfast together, Om then dropped Gauri off to her study-group in the library and went off to the Art Institute. The two buildings were very close together, just across the street from each other. Gauri went to study group in the morning and then enjoyed the sessions at the Crafts Foundation which was inside the Arts Institute, she learned new craft and also taught some of hers to the new friends she had made there. In the evening they had formal dinners in exploring new restaurants across town. On weekends, Omkara had a whole itinerary planned to take her to nearby towns and attractions.
He had taken half day off as he knew that day Gauri didn't have the study group and would be in the hotel alone. Although she had to study, but he also wanted to spend some time with her, so he called her asking her to get ready as they were going out. Whilst passing a boutique in the car, his eyes potted a dress which he thought was made for Gauri, he stopped the car and bought it instantly.
She had come out of the shower looking like a fresh drop of monsoon and first flower of spring, wearing a full-length robe which was silk black up to half thigh length and semi-transparent black below that. He couldn't take his eyes off her, her hair wet and curly, drops of water soaking the shoulder part of the robe. She was standing in front of the mirror drying her hair, when she saw him, behind, looking at her. Their eyes inter-locked. He walked up to her, put both his hands on her shoulder and kissed a drop of water on her neck. Om' she moaned.
He held out a box for her, you look beautiful, wear this tonight, please'. It was a beautiful skirt dress and crop top combination. The top and short skirt were both cherry red made in silk, and then there was a long semi-transparent skirt above the cherry red one, in cherry pink with black and grey cherries on it. At first she was shy to wear it and was not coming out of the dressing room, but he threatened to come inside so she had to. She kept pulling the short skirt down, when she noticed him, noticing her. She looked like a goddess. He just couldn't take her eyes off her.
What is it? Shall I change?' she was worried.
He came close to her, stood behind her, held her arm, kissed her ear-lobe and said, You looking like a titli, my Ri. And I very much want to drown in the colours of this butterfly today, please; will you keep it on for me?'
She kept it on of course, and that night many heads turned in the posh restaurant when Mr. and Mrs. Omkara Singh Oberoi entered and walked to their reserved table. He wore a complimentary black suit with light pink shirt and cherry red pin. Omkara was feeling proud of being the man whose arm this angel was on, but at the same time, he felt a jealous rage at every man who was looking at Gauri. He decided to control himself, he had gone mad in envious rage before and the result was disastrous for their relationship.
They enjoyed the dinner. Soft live music was playing near the stage, some couples were dancing. Omkara was just going to ask his wife to dance with him, but she was just finishing her dessert, so he waited. It was a perfect evening so far.
His reverie was broken by a noise in the distance, Omkara!!!!Oh my God, you are here'
A girl wearing a short skirt, high heels came running and hugged Omkara, before he could register what was going on.
Gauri was in shock, she had seen this girl before, she tried to recall where. And then she remembered, Rudy Bhaiya' had shown her picture to him, Ridhima, Om's gf of 5 years' .Gauri felt uncomfortable instantly.
Omkara was as shocked as Gauri for finding Ridhima here of all people and her hugging him, especially after the way they had parted. He was looking at Gauri, he was worried about her reaction. Did she know?' She did, but had she seen her before?'
Gauri was clearly looking affected; she had poured herself a whole glass of wine and was gulping it down. He decided to put things right.
Hello Ridhima, fancy running into you here. Meet my wife, Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi'. He proudly introduced.
Oh hello' Ridhima was taken aback hearing wife. She shook hands with Gauri who politely smiled and replied.
But you were such a commitment-phobic. We were together for 5 years, you never proposed, and now in less than a year after that, you are married. None of our common friends in Germany mentioned anything about your marriage. Great progress, Omkara.' Ridhima complained.
Well it happened pretty quickly, they don't know, and I don't feel the need to inform everyone about my personal life said Omkara.
Omkara had to be polite, but he was getting worried about Gauri, by now she had gulped two large glasses of wine, usually her maximum intake was half a glass with dinner. A glistening tear had also appeared at the corner of her eye. He couldn't take it anymore.
Please excuse us Ridhima, we have a schedule to keep to. Good luck with everything. Bye' with this Omkara got up, stood behind Gauri, pulling her chair, when she stood up and putting it back when she moved out, like a gentleman.
He took Gauri's waist and walked out of the restaurant, his bill was put on the tap, of course.
On the journey home, in the cab, Gauri was trying very hard to hide that she was crying. She was facing the window; tears were glistening down her cheeks which she wiped constantly but they wouldn't stop.
Once in their room, she walked straight to the washroom, Omkara followed her at a steady pace, Gauri, gauri, listen to me'
He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards her.
kya sune hum?' she was drunk, and sobbing like a baby.
She is my ex gf Gauri, we just ran into her, it means nothing.' pleaded Omkara.
Really? Then why does it hurt so much Om? Here' she pointed to her heart.
He felt the same pain she was feeling in his heart. A piercing pain. A death-blow, he knew how she was feeling, he had felt it several times, watching her ready to marry Kali, her name on a hotel register with another man.
He wasn't able to console himself then; he had no idea how to console her now.
She was crying, she walked up to him in staggered steps, trying not to fall in the drunken state and fell on him, leaning onto him.
Why? Why? Why does it hurt so much trying to imagine you with her' her tears were soaking his shirt, which was fully wet now.
When she couldn't take the pain anymore, she picked up her hand and banged against his chest, hitting him, thumping his chest, clutching onto his collar on the other side, pulling it so hard that his buttons came flying off.
How could you love someone else? You are mine. Only mine. Aap hamare hain. Samjhe aap? You belong to me, just like I belong to you' she claimed. His shirt was now open; she was beating his exposed chest. Her bangles were making marks and scars on his skin, but he did not flinch. She kept beating him, tearing open his shirt further, pulling the buttons down, as she moved down, knelt beside him , embraced his knee, sobbing and then fell into a deep sleep.
He was crying. His tears were soaking his wounds on the chest; he bent down, knelt next to her and hugged the now lifeless form tight, caressing her hair, face against face. It hurts, because you love me so much. I never wanted you to experience this pain, my love. I am yours. Only yours and you are mine' with this he picked her up and made her sleep in the bed, cuddling next to her. He fell asleep that very instant.
She woke up with a throbbing headache and a still persistent heartache. She looked up, he was sitting up on the bed reading the newspaper in his robe, she was sleeping on his chest with arms around him.
Morning, my love' he smiled keeping the paper aside and caressed her hair, how are you feeling now?', hoping that she would have forgotten what happened previous night under the effect of alcohol.
Aap? Main?' She looked at herself, she was wearing the same dress as last night, and then she remembered how she had attacked him the previous night. She started sobbing again.
I am sorry for yesterday, but I couldn't control what I was feeling. I have never felt jealous or envious of anyone in the past. But when I saw her with you, I felt a pain which I cannot describe. I am not like her. She is modern, sophisticated, educated, she is like you. You have shared moments in life, you have common friends. I know nothing about your friends. I don't know what was between you. I know once I said, I didn't want to know about any girl from your past, but I was wrong. I had no idea I will be so affected by it all' she tried to explain , she was sobbing again.
There was no escape, thought Omkara. It was time for an honest conversation.
You felt like that because you love me so much. I know pyaar ki jalan' kya hoti hain Gauri. I was burning in it since I met you. I thought it was hatred because you were marrying an old rich man like Kaali, but it could have been anyone instead of him, it could have been any circumstances, I would have still felt the same. Because, I was falling in love with you. I was attracted towards you, you made me feel things inside, I had no control over. And before that, I had never lost control over my emotions for anyone, for this reason I hated you more. But that hatred was a reaction to the pull I felt towards you.
I knew you would be affected when you knew about my exes. That is why; I tried to tell you everything before. All the girls in my past are in the past. You are my present and my future. I never felt for any of them what I feel for you. Actually at that time, I didn't know what love is. It was more of a practical gf/bf relationship. The feelings I have for you, the range of emotions you have made me feel in this little time, is more than I ever felt with Ridhima even in 5 years I was with her. I met her when I was very young. Just out of college, I had come to Germany to pursue my Art degree. She was studying Communications in the same university; I met her at one of the events. We bonded as two Indians in a foreign land, but more importantly because she had a troubled childhood like mine. Her parents are divorced; her mum lives in Mumbai and her dad in Berlin, that's why she was studying here. We shared a very logical few years, where she was travelling most of the time around the world and I was lost in the world I had created for myself my paintings and my sculptures. That was it. Our friends are the university friends.'
The day I met you, my life changed. At the time I thought it was hatred I had for you, but that emotion was stronger than any love I have felt for anyone. I couldn't stop thinking about you, I was helpless. You brought love and the meaning of love into my life. Never ever compare yourself with Ridhima or anyone; because you are unique, you are my soulmate. We are meant to be. I did shayari even before I met you, but I only understood the real depth of those words after I realised my feelings for you. After I understood what being in love' actually feels like. You are my love, you are mine, you belong to me, just like I belong to you. I am yours Gauri. Only yours.' He was crying as well.
She was sitting up now, still hugging him, she looked up to his face, wiping his tears, he looked at her intently, then bent down and took her lips in his. It was a passionate kiss, where he wanted to pour all his love into her; he wanted her to know how badly he wanted her, like air. Their breaths were mingling along with the tears. They kept kissing for a long time; he held her head in his hand leaning it back to get access, with the other hand around her waist holding her tight. He was circling her lips with his tongue and poked her mouth, she moaned and he pushed his tongue inside her mouth exploring it to the farthest corner. Hmmm' Om' she moaned again, this was altogether a very new feeling for her. She felt like she was in 11th heaven, she never wanted this to stop, neither did he.
Today was a new day.
END
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Next update below, a bit different from today's episode but I thought it was time for this.
As before, comment and leave feedback.
Aankhon ki Gustakhiyan Season III Berlin Chapter
Part 4
Life had started falling into a rhythm for them, although each day brought with it, new challenges, new desires and new friends. Today was no different. In the morning they had breakfast together, Om then dropped Gauri off to her study-group in the library and went off to the Art Institute. The two buildings were very close together, just across the street from each other. Gauri went to study group in the morning and then enjoyed the sessions at the Crafts Foundation which was inside the Arts Institute, she learned new craft and also taught some of hers to the new friends she had made there. In the evening they had formal dinners in exploring new restaurants across town. On weekends, Omkara had a whole itinerary planned to take her to nearby towns and attractions.
He had taken half day off as he knew that day Gauri didn't have the study group and would be in the hotel alone. Although she had to study, but he also wanted to spend some time with her, so he called her asking her to get ready as they were going out. Whilst passing a boutique in the car, his eyes potted a dress which he thought was made for Gauri, he stopped the car and bought it instantly.
She had come out of the shower looking like a fresh drop of monsoon and first flower of spring, wearing a full-length robe which was silk black up to half thigh length and semi-transparent black below that. He couldn't take his eyes off her, her hair wet and curly, drops of water soaking the shoulder part of the robe. She was standing in front of the mirror drying her hair, when she saw him, behind, looking at her. Their eyes inter-locked. He walked up to her, put both his hands on her shoulder and kissed a drop of water on her neck. Om' she moaned.
He held out a box for her, you look beautiful, wear this tonight, please'. It was a beautiful skirt dress and crop top combination. The top and short skirt were both cherry red made in silk, and then there was a long semi-transparent skirt above the cherry red one, in cherry pink with black and grey cherries on it. At first she was shy to wear it and was not coming out of the dressing room, but he threatened to come inside so she had to. She kept pulling the short skirt down, when she noticed him, noticing her. She looked like a goddess. He just couldn't take her eyes off her.
What is it? Shall I change?' she was worried.
He came close to her, stood behind her, held her arm, kissed her ear-lobe and said, You looking like a titli, my Ri. And I very much want to drown in the colours of this butterfly today, please; will you keep it on for me?'
She kept it on of course, and that night many heads turned in the posh restaurant when Mr. and Mrs. Omkara Singh Oberoi entered and walked to their reserved table. He wore a complimentary black suit with light pink shirt and cherry red pin. Omkara was feeling proud of being the man whose arm this angel was on, but at the same time, he felt a jealous rage at every man who was looking at Gauri. He decided to control himself, he had gone mad in envious rage before and the result was disastrous for their relationship.
They enjoyed the dinner. Soft live music was playing near the stage, some couples were dancing. Omkara was just going to ask his wife to dance with him, but she was just finishing her dessert, so he waited. It was a perfect evening so far.
His reverie was broken by a noise in the distance, Omkara!!!!Oh my God, you are here'
A girl wearing a short skirt, high heels came running and hugged Omkara, before he could register what was going on.
Gauri was in shock, she had seen this girl before, she tried to recall where. And then she remembered, Rudy Bhaiya' had shown her picture to him, Ridhima, Om's gf of 5 years' .Gauri felt uncomfortable instantly.
Omkara was as shocked as Gauri for finding Ridhima here of all people and her hugging him, especially after the way they had parted. He was looking at Gauri, he was worried about her reaction. Did she know?' She did, but had she seen her before?'
Gauri was clearly looking affected; she had poured herself a whole glass of wine and was gulping it down. He decided to put things right.
Hello Ridhima, fancy running into you here. Meet my wife, Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi'. He proudly introduced.
Oh hello' Ridhima was taken aback hearing wife. She shook hands with Gauri who politely smiled and replied.
But you were such a commitment-phobic. We were together for 5 years, you never proposed, and now in less than a year after that, you are married. None of our common friends in Germany mentioned anything about your marriage. Great progress, Omkara.' Ridhima complained.
Well it happened pretty quickly, they don't know, and I don't feel the need to inform everyone about my personal life said Omkara.
Omkara had to be polite, but he was getting worried about Gauri, by now she had gulped two large glasses of wine, usually her maximum intake was half a glass with dinner. A glistening tear had also appeared at the corner of her eye. He couldn't take it anymore.
Please excuse us Ridhima, we have a schedule to keep to. Good luck with everything. Bye' with this Omkara got up, stood behind Gauri, pulling her chair, when she stood up and putting it back when she moved out, like a gentleman.
He took Gauri's waist and walked out of the restaurant, his bill was put on the tap, of course.
On the journey home, in the cab, Gauri was trying very hard to hide that she was crying. She was facing the window; tears were glistening down her cheeks which she wiped constantly but they wouldn't stop.
Once in their room, she walked straight to the washroom, Omkara followed her at a steady pace, Gauri, gauri, listen to me'
He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards her.
kya sune hum?' she was drunk, and sobbing like a baby.
She is my ex gf Gauri, we just ran into her, it means nothing.' pleaded Omkara.
Really? Then why does it hurt so much Om? Here' she pointed to her heart.
He felt the same pain she was feeling in his heart. A piercing pain. A death-blow, he knew how she was feeling, he had felt it several times, watching her ready to marry Kali, her name on a hotel register with another man.
He wasn't able to console himself then; he had no idea how to console her now.
She was crying, she walked up to him in staggered steps, trying not to fall in the drunken state and fell on him, leaning onto him.
Why? Why? Why does it hurt so much trying to imagine you with her' her tears were soaking his shirt, which was fully wet now.
When she couldn't take the pain anymore, she picked up her hand and banged against his chest, hitting him, thumping his chest, clutching onto his collar on the other side, pulling it so hard that his buttons came flying off.
How could you love someone else? You are mine. Only mine. Aap hamare hain. Samjhe aap? You belong to me, just like I belong to you' she claimed. His shirt was now open; she was beating his exposed chest. Her bangles were making marks and scars on his skin, but he did not flinch. She kept beating him, tearing open his shirt further, pulling the buttons down, as she moved down, knelt beside him , embraced his knee, sobbing and then fell into a deep sleep.
He was crying. His tears were soaking his wounds on the chest; he bent down, knelt next to her and hugged the now lifeless form tight, caressing her hair, face against face. It hurts, because you love me so much. I never wanted you to experience this pain, my love. I am yours. Only yours and you are mine' with this he picked her up and made her sleep in the bed, cuddling next to her. He fell asleep that very instant.
She woke up with a throbbing headache and a still persistent heartache. She looked up, he was sitting up on the bed reading the newspaper in his robe, she was sleeping on his chest with arms around him.
Morning, my love' he smiled keeping the paper aside and caressed her hair, how are you feeling now?', hoping that she would have forgotten what happened previous night under the effect of alcohol.
Aap? Main?' She looked at herself, she was wearing the same dress as last night, and then she remembered how she had attacked him the previous night. She started sobbing again.
I am sorry for yesterday, but I couldn't control what I was feeling. I have never felt jealous or envious of anyone in the past. But when I saw her with you, I felt a pain which I cannot describe. I am not like her. She is modern, sophisticated, educated, she is like you. You have shared moments in life, you have common friends. I know nothing about your friends. I don't know what was between you. I know once I said, I didn't want to know about any girl from your past, but I was wrong. I had no idea I will be so affected by it all' she tried to explain , she was sobbing again.
There was no escape, thought Omkara. It was time for an honest conversation.
You felt like that because you love me so much. I know pyaar ki jalan' kya hoti hain Gauri. I was burning in it since I met you. I thought it was hatred because you were marrying an old rich man like Kaali, but it could have been anyone instead of him, it could have been any circumstances, I would have still felt the same. Because, I was falling in love with you. I was attracted towards you, you made me feel things inside, I had no control over. And before that, I had never lost control over my emotions for anyone, for this reason I hated you more. But that hatred was a reaction to the pull I felt towards you.
I knew you would be affected when you knew about my exes. That is why; I tried to tell you everything before. All the girls in my past are in the past. You are my present and my future. I never felt for any of them what I feel for you. Actually at that time, I didn't know what love is. It was more of a practical gf/bf relationship. The feelings I have for you, the range of emotions you have made me feel in this little time, is more than I ever felt with Ridhima even in 5 years I was with her. I met her when I was very young. Just out of college, I had come to Germany to pursue my Art degree. She was studying Communications in the same university; I met her at one of the events. We bonded as two Indians in a foreign land, but more importantly because she had a troubled childhood like mine. Her parents are divorced; her mum lives in Mumbai and her dad in Berlin, that's why she was studying here. We shared a very logical few years, where she was travelling most of the time around the world and I was lost in the world I had created for myself my paintings and my sculptures. That was it. Our friends are the university friends.'
The day I met you, my life changed. At the time I thought it was hatred I had for you, but that emotion was stronger than any love I have felt for anyone. I couldn't stop thinking about you, I was helpless. You brought love and the meaning of love into my life. Never ever compare yourself with Ridhima or anyone; because you are unique, you are my soulmate. We are meant to be. I did shayari even before I met you, but I only understood the real depth of those words after I realised my feelings for you. After I understood what being in love' actually feels like. You are my love, you are mine, you belong to me, just like I belong to you. I am yours Gauri. Only yours.' He was crying as well.
She was sitting up now, still hugging him, she looked up to his face, wiping his tears, he looked at her intently, then bent down and took her lips in his. It was a passionate kiss, where he wanted to pour all his love into her; he wanted her to know how badly he wanted her, like air. Their breaths were mingling along with the tears. They kept kissing for a long time; he held her head in his hand leaning it back to get access, with the other hand around her waist holding her tight. He was circling her lips with his tongue and poked her mouth, she moaned and he pushed his tongue inside her mouth exploring it to the farthest corner. Hmmm' Om' she moaned again, this was altogether a very new feeling for her. She felt like she was in 11th heaven, she never wanted this to stop, neither did he.
Today was a new day.
END
So, how do you like it? Rikara angst and then passion.
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😉
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