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SHOT ONE
"Write me something romantic. Gauri demanded massaging her fingers through his hair when he was busy marking her collarbone ... Uff... She will have to wear a closed neck dress now.
"I have something more special for you love. He rushed to get up and pull out a box from the wardrobe.
"I don't know where I'm going to wear this," Gauri said as she pulled the floor length red dress from the box. It was pure red with no embellishments. The fabric was a simple matte material with no straps at the shoulders, a straight simple style neckline or she can say chest line, and was unbroken as the sheath bottom ended at the floor in a slight bell.
What she really meant was that she could not picture herself wearing it anywhere. She did not even want to try it on. Gauri was afraid of how it would fit. Or more to the point, wouldn't fit. This was something more than unusual ... she knew the color red suited her, that she can be called young and pretty at twenty seven but can a mother of two year old twins wear something like this? Will she be able to carry this dress.
"Oh, so you don't want this, then?" Omkara said, presenting a second wrapped box to her.
She set the dress back in its package, then set her eyes on the new gift being offered to her. Omkara was spoiling her this birthday and she would gladly take him up on the showering. She reached out. "Well maybe."
She opened the shoe sized box. Inside were black high heeled shoes that were an exact match to the dress, only glossy. They were shiny, peep-toed, three inch heels with thin ankle straps that would crisscross to close. How is she going to walk in stilettoes.
Gauri turned one of them over and over in her hand. Something fell out. It was a lipstick. She picked it up and inspected it. Of course; high gloss and matching bright red.
"Honey, I can't wear this," she said with a frown. Gauri was horrified at the thought of standing out-way out-in whatever crowd she would find herself wearing this in. It was far too much red for one thing. She also did not care for dresses, or heels.
"I really hope you'll reconsider when you see this." He said as he fiddled around in his pocket.
How much more could there be? Whatever it was, she hoped it would not be red. To her surprise and it was not . It was white. Or rather, they were white. He set whatever they were, onto the table. She picked them up and stared. She could not believe what she was holding in her hands.
They were invites for both of them and in fact the whole family at the big fancy auditorium uptown because Omkara Singh Oberoi had became the businessman of the year. They were dated for the following weekend. Gauri looked at her husband. She had always wanted him to take up responsibility for what is an inherited gift for him. She was overwhelmed with many emotions. Yeah ... he was absent when their babies tried to speak their first words, he does not know how much of hard work has Rudra put in for his final semester exam and he was not there when she had slept feverish on an empty stomach but all the effort and time was worth it. She could not have been more proud. She tried to speak and then kissed him instead ...
"Om ... how many pretties do I need to put before a please for you to let me wear a saree for the award function? Gauri blinked thrice almost attempting to get him to reconsider. She looked at the red dress. She looked back at the invitation cards.
"I know, Darling." Omkara paused. "But I want you to do this for me," he nodded toward the dress, "if you want to." And he knew he has struck the most sensitive chord. When he says that she should do something for him ... why will she say a no? Ever? Him and his ways with the husband card.
Gauri looked back to the red dress, and then to Omkara again. She saw on his face, His signature You-Really-Think-You-Can-Argue-With-Me-On-This-One?' Look. He had long wished for her to wear something like this for him, and she knew it.
She moved towards him. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. With the invites still in her hands, she demandingly took his lips and he kissed her in return. He was already picturing her wearing the dress, the shoes, and wow, those lips. As they held each other, she could feel the effect all this was having on him. If this is what it was going to take for her husband to be happy than she would have to be brave. He deserves it. She pulled away from him, walked over to the table, and picked up the long red garment and held it up.
Omkara came over and pressed it to her body so it draped against her. She smiled a nervous smile. He beamed at her. He knew that she is going to look gorgeous and he wanted her to feel confident too. Yes. Gauri, his Dabang Gauri was a very confident and straightforward woman when it came to her work or the kids or their family and for that matter even him but now he wanted her to invest in herself and admire herself for the beautiful woman she is.
The next few days went by as they normally do. Omkara went to work, while Gauri worked from home. Occasionally, she would walk by the dress that was hanging in her room full of clothes. Sometimes it taunted her. Sometimes it excited her. A couple of times she held it up to herself and felt the smooth fabric against her skin. Maybe Omkara is right ... well he has always had the best of choices and she has always been his priority ... she felt beautiful.
Whenever Omkara walked by the dress, however, he would stroke the material down its length, imagining her curves. He became filled with anticipation for their time together and that dress.
Finally that night came, and not a moment too soon. The whole younger Oberoi gang was getting ready to go for the award function. All the three brothers wore black tuxedos whereas Anika chose to wear a nice green gown. Dadi, Pinky and Jahnvi took care of the babies. Gauri showered and sequestered herself in their room.
She looked at the red items and hung up her towels. She stood there naked for a while before searching for some suitable lingerie. Not just any old little piece of cloth would do tonight. She rummaged around the back of the drawer until she felt a little string of pearls. She had worn these only one other time for Omkara and they drove him wild. It was a white thong with a single string of pearls joining some silk and lace. That was his gift to her when she had faired well in her share of the business. She found a nice brassiere she had stashed away for the longest time. Now, she was beginning to realize that it had been a long time that she had behaved so young and had cared to look at herself. As she put it on, she caught herself in the mirror. She felt pleased at its shape.
"Ok, let's do this," she thought out loud. Gauri took the long dress off its hanger and slipped it on over her head. She pulled it all down and smoothed it out. It hung just to the floor. She pulled it out from her belly and let it go. It came back and fit - it fit - just right. He must have really done his homework because it suited her everywhere perfectly. It flattered her features and didn't draw any extra attention where it shouldn't. "Wow." Your husband is a world renowned sculptor too ... if you remember my darling!.' Her heart teased her.
Gauri turned in the mirror and took it all in. She looked great. She hadn't expected that. The neckline came just low enough to be sexy and still classy. She was sporting a bit of a cleavage; something she wasn't used to but she looked hot! She turned sideways. Yep. Hot. She accessorized with a white pearl necklace and matching pearl earnings. Pearls are her style statement for the day. And the night as well my love' Her heart fluttered.
She examined her hair and decided to go with a careless look. She blow dried it and let it down. It licked lightly at her neck and shoulders. After years of experimenting, she was finally happy with her hair these days. Combing them carefully she just tied a hairband.
Gauri turned her attention to the shoes. Hmmm. No. Maybe her makeup next. Oh yes. She kept her makeup simple. A little eye liner and that bright red lipstick. She pressed it to her lips. As she did so, she had a thought. It was a delightfully naughty thought. Now that Omkara had got her this lipstick ... maybe he wants some of it too.'
As if on cue, Omkara came into the bedroom to ready himself. He took one look at her and stopped dead in his tracks. She was a vision. He had waited what felt like a lifetime to see her like this. She played it up by leaning back on her dresser. She put her hands on the edge, drawing her elbows a little further back than what was necessary. This had the effect of accentuating her already fabulous bust. He stepped closer to her but she wouldn't have it. Not yet, anyway. Gauri put one finger to his chest and pushed him away. "You, Mister, need to hurry up and get ready."
She stayed posed like that as she watched him fumble around, looking for his button down shirt. He donned his white shirt and fidgeted with the buttons clumsily until they were almost done. It was taking him far too long, considering it wasn't his first time wearing it He was just about to button them up when Gauri surprised him.
She stood up from her and walked over to him. She stood directly in front of him and held up the same finger she used to push him away, to his lips. "Shhh." He stopped dead again. She slowly opened the buttons of his shirt and brushed her lips on his chest and then kissed near his shoulder. He held her back with tinges of happy astonishment ... "Thank you. She spoke into his lips.
Gauri buttoned him back into his shirt, which was tougher than she thought it would be, and then tucked him up in the blazer. "There. Now you are wearing a little red too. I won't feel so alone." She winked
Omkara had though he was in charge of the night but maybe not. Gauri stood up and returned to her mirror to reapply the new lipstick. She felt a little smug with herself, and naughty indeed.
Finally ready to leave, both of them just went to have a look at the little girls Shivika, Nandini and Shambhavi were having a great time playing with Jahnvi as Dadi was singing songs for them. Both of them kissed the girls goodnight and left.
Rudra called to whine about how they had left and it was only his O and Chulbul Bhabhi left behind.
"Don't worry Rudra ... I think we have more cars ... don't worry we will reach on time. Omkara was trying to talk to Rudra as Gauri took the keys out of his pocket and went to bring the car in the driveway.
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