Hello everyone,I'm Neet. I've been a silent member of the forum for pretty long. I started watching DBO for Shrenu and now I'm a huge RiKara fan. I've written FFs and Oses in other forums before (including one in the DBO forum) but this is my first time here on the IB forum.</font>
|| RiKara OS His Best Work of Art ||
Gauri could hear her heart slamming away against her rib cage as she made her way to their room. What had originally meant to be some fun, had quickly turned into something she'd never imagined possible. It had begun innocently enough.
A week or so ago, when Rudra proposed Bhavya, the whole family had been absolutely delighted. Everyone got together to discuss wedding preparations and true to her nature, she'd excitedly outlined plans and events and themes, including how the whole family would be divided into the boys' team and the girls' team. Her jatadhari hippie had maintained a stoic silence throughout the discussion. Later in their room, she had found him staring out into the night sky lost in thought. "You must've had so many dreams and ideas for your wedding, he stated solemnly, something akin to guilt reflected in the strained lines of his face. She reached out to him, smiling, as she smoothed away the lines, "Not really. I did want to look beautiful minus all the wounds and bleeding. I'd hoped to be nervous and excited to marry the man I love and not afraid for my life. But most importantly, I wanted Shankarji and Maa to witness the wedding. And because that happened, our wedding was absolutely perfect! He smiled at her as he clasped her hands in his, "But you deserve a grand wedding, just like Bhavya. With all the rituals of haldi, sangeet and mehendi. You deserve to have a wedding that's witnessed by the whole world. "And you are my world, she replied without missing a beat. "As long as Shankarji and you are with me, that's my entire world right there. As for the other rituals, none of that matters, she said. He paused for a second and she could see a glint of mischief in his eyes, "Well, I have a plan.
He had come up with the idea that between just the two of them, they'd do all the pre-wedding rituals for themselves while the rituals were going on for Rudra and Bhavya. Gauri had been apprehensive of how it would work out. But it worked out perfectly. Or rather, her jatadhari had made it work. Gauri and Anika had temporarily moved into Bhavya's room till the wedding and Om and Shivay had moved into Rudy's room. On the day of the sangeet, Omkara had surprised her by filling the DJ's playlist with all her favorite songs. A fact that only she noticed and no one else seemed to mind. The day of the mehendi, he had snuck into the ladies' function on the pretext of some work. Then he'd slyly pulled her to a corner and instructed her to ask the mehendi lady to hide his name in her mehendi so he could look for it. Blushing to her roots and making sure no one was within earshot, she had conveyed his request to the lady drawing beautiful henna patterns on her arms. The lady only giggled at her request but thankfully did not comment any further.
Then came the haldi function. Though Daadi's two feet rule had been effect ever since the engagement, post the haldi, the groom was banned from seeing the bride's face till the wedding. And Gauri knew Om planned on following the tradition. Which is why she was surprised when he pulled her into a room as she was taking extra haldi for Bhavya. He had her encased in his arms, like he had folded her into himself, as he locked the door. "Omkaraji, we shouldn't see each other.. her voice had barely been a whisper. "I know, he whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Which is why I haven't turned you around to face me yet, he continued, his lips leaving butterfly kisses on the nape of her neck. She was barely aware of his fingers tracing their way down the curve of her spine to her waist and then to her hips leaving an endless trail of goosebumps dancing on her skin in their wake. The next thing she knew, he'd placed her dupatta over her head and had covered her face. Then, ever so slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, he turned her around to face him. "You do know this is cheating, right? She asked him through the veil of her dupatta. "All is fair in love and war, darling, he chuckled in response. "So? She asked, wondering what he was up to. "Well, I thought it was only fair that since we were following all the rituals for ourselves, I should have the sole and absolute pleasure of smearing haldi on my would be bride, and even through the veil of her dupatta, Gauri could make out that his gorgeous dark eyes had turned a shade darker with desire. The way he was looking at her did all sorts of funny, mushy things to her insides and she lowered her gaze. But he had already seen that tempting pink hue of a blush coloring her skin and he smiled. He reached into the bowl she was holding and took a generous dollop of haldi in his hands. Because she still refused to meet his gaze, he slid his hand over the creamy expanse of her waist.
She gasped at the feel of the cool paste against her heated skin and shut her eyes tighter. He traced lazy patterns on her waist with the haldi, circling and teasing her skin. "Om.. she couldn't draw enough air into her lungs to even say his whole name and he had smiled a wicked smile at her state. With his other hand, he reached into the bowl again and got more haldi. He carelessly smeared it all the way up her arm, over her shoulder, up the slender column of her neck till his hand came to rest on her cheek. Her breathing was in ragged gasps by now and she was afraid she would explode into a thousand shimmering particles just from his touch. As he smeared the haldi on her cheeks, he leaned in and rubbed his stubble against the sensitive skin of her throat. Then very slowly, he placed a soft, butterfly kiss on her lips through the veil. Her knees went weak form the sensation and his arms immediately went around her to hold her tight as she sagged against him.
He then caught hold of her hand and dipped it into the bowl of haldi. He guided her hand to his face and whispered, "Open your eyes, Gauri. Look at me. She did as he'd asked and looked at him. Even her veil couldn't conceal the look of absolute love, desire and adoration that was in his eyes. She gently let her fingers trail their way down his cheek, and then over to the other. Once she'd done that, she realized she didn't want to stop touching him. Her fingers traveled down his neck, in his kurta, over the muscled perfection of his chest. And then she stopped. Too shy to continue. She turned around quickly and would have bolted out the door if only he hadn't caught her wrist. Pulling her back into his arms, he whispered into her ears seductively,
"Kisi din chaadar ke silvaton pe,
Teri karvaton ke nishaan bikher doon,
Berang thakiye ki narmi pe,
Teri zulfon ki kaali siyaahi phaila doon,
Teri sandali khushboo ki mehek,
Apni saanson mein main basa loon.
Khudko tujhse kuch yoon milana hai,
Saanson ko bhi khabar na pade,
Ki woh tera hissa hain, ya mera hissa hain.
Mera naam ho tho bas,
tere honton se har aah par sarakthi,
Meri chaahat ki aanch se,
Kabhi tujhko itna main pighla doon,
Tera naam mein loon,
Aur tujhko khud mein main mila doon.
A lump formed in her throat at his words. True, they were aware of how much they loved each other but he had just given words to the unspoken desire that simmered between them. The words that now flowed as heat through her veins, flashed as visions in behind her closed eyes and labored as her heart beat that echoed in the silence of the room. Or maybe it was his, she could not know. If she stayed there a second longer, she would've asked him to forget everything else and make love to her right then and there. So, she'd opened the door and ran out.
Even now, thinking of their rendezvous made her heart trip some beats and heat flush through her whole body. She was probably the color of her lehenga now, she thought to herself. Om had picked the lehenga for her. A gorgeous simple net lehenga in a gorgeous dark shade of peach with a dark red dupatta. She had paired it with traditional antique gold, pearl studded jhumkas and a matching long layered necklace. Her hair was neatly tucked in to a bun at the nape of her neck and adorned with jasmines. She wore her plain diamond nose stud and a mix of gold and color bangles in her hands. She would be lying if she said she hadn't taken extra efforts tonight. To everyone else, it was her dressing up for the wedding of her devar. Only Om and she knew that this wedding was just as special for them as it was for the youngest Oberoi and his newly wedded wife. He had conveyed it in the way he had held her hand securely in his as the pandit had asked the groom and bride to start the pheras. They didn't need words to convey that they were promising themselves to each other for all their lives. Then he'd nudged her to a corner and to her absolute surprise, he had pulled out a mangalsutra just as the pandit asked Rudy to make Bhavya wear the mangalsutra.
Her eyes had filled with tears and she felt herself choking from the way her heart squeezed. The mangalsutra she wore was the one he had angrily handed to her when he brought her back as his pretend wife to kick Svetlana out of Oberoi Mansion. Of course, the first time they'd gotten married, it hadn't been the time or place to worry about the absence of a mangalsutra. But he had been thoughtful enough to remember to get her a proper mangalsutra, one that he would give her as a promise of his love, loyalty and trust. A lone tear slid down her cheek as he leaned in and tied the mangalsutra securely around her neck. It was a simple design that rested perfectly against her bosom. Gauri was afraid she would burst into tears. She wasn't used to this kind of love or happiness. She clutched at the mangalsutra protectively as she mouthed the words "Thank you to him, not trusting herself to find her voice to actually say anything. In response, he leaned in and kissed her forehead and right where he had kissed her, he filled the parting of her hair with sindoor. As if on cue, they heard the pandit say, "Vivaah sampann hua. Aaj se aap dono pati patni hue. Gauri burst into tears of joy and hugged Om tight, her head resting close to his heart and her hands clutching at the front of his sherwani.
The post wedding rituals had passed by in a blur and Annika and Gauri had taken Bhavya to Rudra's room. Annika had been helpful enough to leave Bhavya with tips and pointers while sliding in a whole lot of teasing. Gauri had simply nodded and giggled as appropriate, not wanting to give away her absolute inexperience in such matters. And when she heard the OBros making their way to the room, she had made a hasty exit, knowing that she wouldn't be able to face Om right now. She would not be able to explain to anyone why she was behaving like a newly wedded bride when she'd been married for so long. She couldn't explain to anyone that she felt like a newly wedded bride all the nerves, the excitement, the joy, the blushes that heated her skin or the promises that she'd read in Om's gaze. No, it would simply be too much so she ran to her room on the pretext of having forgotten something before she came face to face with Om in front of an audience.
In the quiet of their room, she heard his footsteps approach and felt herself blush even more, though she didn't think that was possible. She was amazed that she could hear the soft click as he locked the door behind him over her own thundering heart beats. She closed her eyes, expecting to feel his arms around her any moment as she stood by the window. Instead she felt him tie a cloth over her eyes. "Omkaraji.. he didn't let her finish as he placed a finger on her lips. "Tumhare liye ek surprise hai. Soon, she heard some rustling noises and movement. "Ka kar rahe hain aap? she asked unable to contain her curiosity. A few seconds later, she felt his hands take off her blindfold. She gasped at the sight she saw. The whole room was decorated with flowers and candles. "Yeh.. sab.. aapne.. she fumbled for words. "I told you I wanted to give you a proper wedding. How could I miss this part? he asked her mischievously. Gauri blushed and hid her face in his chest and he hugged her back smiling.
When he pulled away from the hug, she kept her gaze lowered and refused to look at him. He placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face upward. "Beautiful, he whispered so seductively that it gave her goosebumps. He kissed her forehead and she clutched his shirtfront tighter. He smiled at her response and slowly tugged her arm to get her to sit on the bed. Then he took her hand in his and started tracing the patterns. "Yeh.. aap.. she managed to say before her voice gave away. "Apna naam dhoond raha hoon, he replied, his gaze still fixed intently on the intricate patterns covering her arms. His finger traced its away up her palm, over her wrist, all the way to her forearm on one hand. He leaned in closer as if to inspect a design and his warm breath danced over her skin making her shiver. "Nope, not on this hand, he commented casually as if he had no clue of the effect his touch was having on her.
He reached for her other hand and repeated the process. A smile crept up on his face as his thumb caressed her wrist. Right where her pulse was leaping to life was his name, hidden in elegant, fluid strokes. He raised her hand and kissed her wrist, right where his name was. Then he leaned in and whispered into her ears, "Mine! The possessive pride in his voice seemed to awaken something deep within her being and she finally met his gaze. The love and desire simmering in his sinfully dark chocolate orbs called out to her in the most primitive of ways. "Make me yours, she whispered in a voice she did not know she possessed.
With a barely suppressed growl, he cupped her face in his palms and drew her closer. She met him halfway, as his lips sealed over hers. He kissed and tasted the soft moistness of her lips, taking his time to study their soft fullness. His arms skimmed over her shoulders and down her arms to rest on her waist. She gasped at the sensation and he took the chance to deepen the kiss. His fingers traced their way over her waist to just under her ribcage and Gauri felt an unbearable aching need grow within her, to have him touch her and taste her and fulfill her. She leaned back till her head hit the pillow and he covered her petite frame with his solid one. His weight on her was such a pleasure that she wasn't sure how much more she could take. She heard a guttural moan and belatedly realized that he had evoked that from her.
Her artless abandon was making it difficult for him control his own response. His hands gave up their exploration of the creamy expanse of her waist and inched up, moving her dupatta and closing on her mounds. She arched against him in mindless pleasure as her fingers threaded through his hair, trying to pull him closer, if that was even possible. As his fingers deftly worked on the knots and hooks of her blouse and the clasps of her jewelry, his lips a traced path down the slender column of her neck over her shoulders. When he had tossed her blouse to the farthest corner of the room, he looked down at her, holding her hands away from her body, lest she try to cover herself up from his gaze. The golden glow of the candles in the room flickered and danced over her creamy, smooth skin, making it glisten and glow. The dark peaks of her mound were taught from her arousal and begging his attention. "Beautiful, he whispered again before his lips closed over one peak while his fingers paid homage to the other.
The pleasure that shot through her was so intense she wanted to cry out. How could something feel so all-consuming, overwhelming, intense, insane and good all at the same time? He took his time, showering her mounds with his undivided attention, till Gauri thought she was going to go up in flames and just explode in his arms. Then his hands made their way down to the knot of her lehenga. All sense of embarrassment had long since fled her and she just wanted to reach that elusive sense of fulfillment that was just within reach but seemed to evade her to the point of frustration.
Her lehenga and undergarments were soon flung to different corners of the room and Om took a moment to sit back on his heels and look at his wife in all her naked glory. She met his gaze and realized that though she was stark naked beneath him, he was still fully clothed. But if the poking and prodding she had felt against her belly while he had been on top of her was anything to go by, he was just as eagerly anticipating their coming together. So, she did something she never ever in her wildest thoughts imagined herself doing. She slowly sat up on the bed and moved closer to him. She pulled him in for a kiss and her fingers worked on the buttons of his kurta before deftly slipping inside and caressing his skin. Om groaned at the sensation of her soft fingertips on his skin. Then she pressed herself close to him, the skin to skin contact almost sending both of them over the edge. Om made quick work of discarding his clothes, wanting to experience all of her against all of him. He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her voraciously. In an effort to get closer to him, she sat on his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and straddling him. She pressed against his arousal and it took all of his willpower not to just slam himself into her slick heat. As he kissed, licked and suckled her breasts, he slipped a finger into her wet warmth. Gauri threw her head back as she felt her world explode and fell back on to the bed. Watching her reach her climax was too much for him to take. He couldn't hold on to his promise of taking it slow and gentle with her for her first time any longer. As he came on top of her, he spread her legs and positioned himself at her entrance. She was so hot, wet and ready for him that he slammed right into her with a clean thrust, shredding her barrier and lodging himself deep within her.
The sharp, stinging pain was almost too much, Gauri thought as she tensed and froze. But before she could process that thought, he had placed his lips on her breast and was suckling her again. She arched off the bed in ecstasy and he took the chance to scoop her up so he could thrust into her deeper. Still continuing to suckle her, he moved in and out of her, a little harder and a little deeper with each thrust. She was so tight and slick, his arousal begged for release and yet he wanted her to experience it first, so he kept up a steady rhythm. "Ommm.. his name sounded almost like a silent scream from her lips as her insides clenched around him tight. "Open your eyes and look at me, Om whispered and she did as he asked. The moment was too intense for either of them to bear. With a silent cry, she shuddered and came apart in his arms and with one, long, hard thrust, he throbbed within her and emptied himself into her. He still felt her shudders and knew she was still spiraling down from her climax so he gave her a few more lazy thrusts to prolong it. She screamed his name again, unable to bear the sensations that refused to die out. Then he rolled over and pulled her onto his chest, tucking her head safely against his heart beat.
"Did I hurt you? he asked when he finally could catch his breath. She shook her head, unable to say anything. After a few quiet minutes, he quickly got up. When Gauri tried to get up, he shook his head, asking her to stay put and looked at her like he was studying her before a wicked smile broke out on his face. As he hopped off the bed, Gauri too got up, clutching the bedspread to her bosom. "Ka hua? she asked. "I have something for you, he replied smiling. Totally at ease in his skin, he did not bother to cover up, as he took long strides towards where his artworks and paints were. "Remember you asked me once which one I think is my best work of art? he asked her. After such an earth-shattering session of lovemaking, was he actually having a casual conversation about art with her, she wondered flabbergasted. "And I told you I hadn't created it yet, right? he continued, unmindful of her stupefied expression. She nodded her head not understanding what her husband was getting at. "Come here, he held out his hand to her. She got off the bed, still clutching on to the bedspread. She walked toward him and placed her hand in his outstretched one. He took her towards a canvas that was covered with a red cloth.
"This was supposed to be your wedding present. I had half a mind to give it to you before the wedding but then I wanted to make sure I got it right. That it was as perfect as you, he explained, gently caressing her cheek. Then he stepped aside and said, "Open it. She gently reached towards the red cloth and tugged at it. When it fell away revealing the painting, Gauri's hand flew to her mouth as she gasped in surprise.
It was a painting of her. And not just any regular painting of her. It was a painting of her lying on the bed, her hair splayed on the pillow, the white bedspread clearly covering her nakedness beneath it and her eyes.. God, her eyes looked breathtaking there was raw desire blazing in her eyes. Her hands carelessly tossed against the pillows like she had just descended after visiting paradise. It was a painting of how she would look, or now, how she looked, after lovemaking!
"I am going to call it "The Goddess, Omkara said seductively against her ear as he watched her reactions. She turned to look at him, still stunned beyond words. "How? was the only word she could manage. He smiled as he ran a hand through his hair. "Well, I've kind of been dreaming about this visual for quite some time now. That shayari I said that day was meant to go with this painting, he confessed.
She was overwhelmed. Absolutely overwhelmed. His best work of art was one the world would never see. It was a visual meant only for him, only for them. And to think he desired her with such frenzy, it filled her with a deep sense of feminine pride. She did not want to say thank you to him. Instead, she wanted to show him. Show him that she desired him as much as she loved him. Show him that she belonged to him, now and forever.
With a calm confidence that did not give away how she was shaking with desire inside, she let go of the bedspread that covered her and stepped out of the pool of cloth at her feet. She met his gaze as she whispered, "Paint me, Om.
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