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Hello folk,
I am brining a new short story on Rikara. This is likely to be a three shot , unless somehow it is deviated in other directions. The treatment is bit like a period one, of a place lost in time.
Looking forward to your feedback and comments.
Part 1 - Gauri Kumari Sharma - Page 1 ( below)
Part 2 - Omkara Singh Oberoi - Page 8
Part 3 - Rudra Singh Oberoi - Page 11
Part 4 - Jhanvi Singh Oberoi - Page 16
Epilogue - Wisdom of life - Page 21
I hope you enjoy reading it. So, here it goes.
INFALLIBLE ATTRACTION
Part 1
Life has its way of revealing itself slowly, silently and time, is full of surprises': Gauri Kumari Sharma.
Ever since she gathered consciousness and learned to be independent, Gauri Sharma was a positive person. She had it rough, but she never complained. She was content. Hers was a spirit which was charitable and vivacious at the same time, charitable with her time and love for others, and vivacious in her own ways and behaviour. And then of course, there was her physical demeanour. Anyone who came in contact with her could not help falling for her, one way or another. She was stunning in the least, possessing an angelic face and the body of a goddess. Everyone loved Gauri, to state this, would be stating the obvious.
Unfortunately, there weren't that many. People. In her life.
And today, she was making a journey, to a new town, away from what she knew to a completely new paradigm. But this was necessary. She had been able to secure a job at a very prestigious establishment and this would give her a good start in her career. She was going through her life in bits in her head, but her chain of thoughts was broken, when the train hooted and stopped abruptly. She peeped out of the window, and from what she saw from in between the bars across the window, she stood up with a start. It was her stop. She quickly grabbed her luggage, a suitcase and a carry bag and threw it out of the train, jumping after them quickly to fall on the platform. The station looked deserted; she was the only one getting off here. It was a really small outpost.
By the time she got up and gathered her wits, she saw a man standing next to her looking curious.
Gauriji, is that you? M'am has sent me to bring you home' he offered help with her luggage.
Yes. Thank you.' Gauri was polite.
I am Singh, the estate manager' he introduced himself. An old man with kind eyes and grey hair, he reminded Gauri of her uncle and she liked him instantly. She started off like a chatter-box telling him of her journey and beyond, whilst he took her to the car and settled her luggage before driving off.
The vintage car stopped in front of a palace and Singh escorted her to the inner corridors, up the stairs, across courtyards, into a large chamber. The room was indigo white, stark with hints of blue peeping through. The only sound in the room was that of a ceiling fan that tried to provide relief during high summer and blazing temperatures. It was a heritage structure and parts of it could not be air-conditioned artificially without damaging the structure. Gauri waited for a bit, standing up on seeing Mrs. Oberoi make her way towards her, a formidable woman wearing a white satin saree and pearl jewellery.
Welcome Gauri. I hope your journey was not too gruelling?' Mrs. Oberoi gestured for her to sit.
No, M'am. It was all right. I want to thank you for this huge opportunity. I always wanted to become a writer, and you have given me the privilege of assisting with your biography. I am very grateful' Gauri smiled.
Don't thank me Gauri. It is your talent which has won you this job. I interviewed several other writers before you, some of them quite established in the field. But when I see a diamond, I know it from afar. Your picture in the resume' spoke to me Gauri' replied Mrs. Oberoi. Get some rest, and we will start work tomorrow.'
Thank you M'am. I look forward to working with you.'
A maid showed Gauri around the palace and took her to her room where her luggage was already accommodated. She didn't have many worldly belongings. Some clothes, essentials and books that was her tiny little material self. She was in a small but beautiful room. It had screens and jharokhas that brought in cool breeze and views towards the garden courtyard. Gauri smiled to herself as she explored the room and the antique furniture and furnishings within it, never in her wildest dreams had she thought that she would be living in a grand palace one day. This will be great for some inspiration!
The Oberois were the descendants of the kings of Deogarh. This was one of their palaces in the remote corners of a desert. Mrs. Oberoi had been widowed when she was very young and had been taking care of the estate since then. She was a very private person and no one knew much about her except for her public outings to cities which were mostly for philanthropic purposes. Not much was known about the House of Oberois and their relations either. Little reserach that Gauri managed to do before coming here was what she found in some press clippings that Mrs. Oberoi had two sons who mostly lived abroad. But there weren't many pictures of the sons of the house circulating in public either. Gauri didn't want to concern herself with any of that, she was here to work and so she will. With this resolve, she unpacked, settled down and took a shower. A maid brought her dinner in the room on her request; she read for a while and slept getting accustomed to her new surroundings.
Next day she was ready on time, when a maid came to fetch her.
M'am has asked for you in the lawns' she smiled and showed her the way.
Mrs. Oberoi was sitting at the head of a dining table laid out on the patio in the lawn surrounded by a few other people.
Come Gauri, join us for breakfast, did you get good sleep last night?' enquired Mrs. Oberoi.
Yes, thank you M'am. Good morning to you.' Gauri was shy noticing the colourful party around the table.
Hello, I am Rudra Singh Oberoi. You can call me Rudy. I don't allow many people to call me that, but you are allowed. You know why? You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen.' A young, handsome guy was standing very close to her by now offering his hand.
Gauri was taken aback. He was unabashedly forward; she wasn't used to this kind of attention.
Hello, I am Gauri.' She replied politely to Rudy and shook his hand, taking him to be one of the Oberoi sons.
Come here, sit next to me.' Rudy pulled her to the seat next to him.
Rudy, stop making Gauri uncomfortable.' reprimanded Mrs. Oberoi.
Don't worry Gauri, he means no harm. He is just the flirt of the house.' Mrs Oberoi laughed and everyone else laughed with her.
Slowly, Gauri made introductions with everyone around the table. There was Mrs. Pinky Singh, Mrs. Oberoi's sister and her husband Shakti. Their daughter Priyanka was wearing a very short dress and lots of make-up. She ignored Gauri royally, keen to get Rudy's attention back to her. She was with her boyfriend Ranveer. Then there were Mrs. Oberoi's friends and associates.
After breakfast, Gauri sat with Mrs. Oberoi in her study getting briefed. They talked for a while, getting to know each other, after which the dictation started and Gauri made notes diligently. Mrs. Oberoi was very pleased with her choice. Secretly, she was hoping against hope for something. A miracle. If only.' She thought.
After lunch, they worked for some more time, after which Gauri was free as Mrs. Oberoi had some other engagements. Gauri was taking some rounds in the fountain courtyard in the evening, when Rudy followed her and sprang up in front of her again.
Surprise! It's me again. Sorry Gauri, in this palace there is no respite from me, especially for someone as beautiful as you. I couldn't stop thinking about you since morning so I had to come looking for you.' Rudy blurted it all out in one go.
And before Gauri could respond, he started again.
Friends? See you have to accept my friendship, only then will I stop troubling you' Rudy's hand was out again.
Reluctantly, Gauri shook his hands, once again and replied,' Yes, friends. As such I don't have any friends here so thank you.'
A few days passed with Gauri trying to get to grips with her work, understanding Mrs. Oberoi's way of working, thinking and relating. It was no mean task, to translate someone's life, that too someone as accomplished as Mrs. Oberoi's life, into pen and ink. Gauri's respect for her grew tenfold since she had met her first and by now, she had started understanding her more and in Gauri, Mrs. Oberoi had found a companion, friend, counsellor, someone she could share her concerns and inner thoughts with.
Together with writing her memoirs, Gauri was also proving to be a very good personal assistant for Mrs. Oberoi, a role which happened subconsciously with Gauri trying to help out every now and then. Their bond grew by the day.
Rudy was at his usual antics, always trying to flirt with Gauri in the name of friendship, but she never gave him a reason to or encouraged him. She liked Rudy, but she had never known relations with men before, even friendship, having grown up in the protected environs of a girls' working hostel. Also, she was just an employee of the household and she understood that very well. For her, he was a friend; she was there for him, to listen to his crazy ideas about the world and himself.
One afternoon, Mrs. Oberoi stopped her dictations early and asked Gauri to retire as they had to go for a wedding that evening and it will take some time to get ready. Gauri was writing letter to her uncle back home when the maid knocked and left something on the bed, M'am sent this for you, for tonight'.
It was a beautiful rose gold pink sharara and jewellery to go with it. Gauri was shocked, she had no idea that she was accompanying Mrs. Oberoi to the function; after all she was just an employee, not a family member. And that Mrs. Oberoi herself had picked this beautiful ensemble for her! She was grateful for such a generous patron. When she came down wearing the outfit, a grin adorned Mrs. Oberoi's face which she had never seen before.
Mashallah. Nazar na lage. You have surpassed every expectation Gauri. You are looking sooo gorgeous beta' said Mrs. Oberoi.
Hearing beta' from her was like spring song for Gauri, as if all her prayers had been answered, she had not known her mother and Mrs. Oberoi was the closest to a female mother figure for Gauri. A tear shone in her eye's corner reflecting her joy. They were driven to the function which was being held in a five star hotel (a castle conversion into a heritage hotel, owned by the Oberois).
The castle dominated the skyline, tucked away on another corner of the desert on a cliff, overlooking the town. It was lit like a beacon, with light spreading far and wide, drowning the underlying town in its halo. Gauri was in awe of the beauty of the desert, the castle, the lights, the decorations; she couldn't help but get inspired. They were in a huge room with three to four storey tall, embellished with beautiful stone decorations and glass chandeliers.
This room was full of ladies. Mrs. Oberoi explained to Gauri that in conservative weddings of rajgharanas, there is a separation between the male and female contingents until the rituals are complete. Gauri was in awe. The room was white and golden with stained glass work of all colours, and reflecting in the transparent chandeliers was the all the colours the ladies present were wearing. Together with being a writer, she was also a keen photographer and she had carried her camera along with her that day.
If you don't mind M'am, can I click some pictures of this beautiful ambience?' Gauri requested Mrs. Oberoi.
Sure Gauri. But be careful, don't venture too far, anyone can get lost in this huge castle.'
Gauri's joy knew no bounds. She was like a child with a new toy left alone to explore the galaxy of possibilities. She wanted to capture this beautiful place in her memory, in her camera, every nook and corner from each and every angle. And so she carried on clicking several pictures, up and down staircases, in and out of corridors, like a lost soul subconsciously drawn towards an invisible force. And then she panicked, when she realised that she was lost! Lost, in this huge castle, with wedding festivities going on, it was crowded before, but now she found herself in a completely secluded wing of the castle, in a dimly lit corridor. She could hear some faint noises coming from a little far away, of men, a din, caused by several men. She couldn't carry on in that direction, knowing that she was in the male wing and so she had turn.
He had come out to get some air, away from the din and useless banter of spineless nincompoops. He was in the verandah, under the stars, just about to light his cigarette, when he noticed some anklets (payals) making faint noises disturbing the calm of the night and his thoughts. Who dared to!
He was angry and anxious at the same time, wanting to find the source; he followed the sound into a dimly lit inner corridor, only to find himself looking at the most beautiful creation of God he had ever laid his eyes on. He was stunned, his anger evaporating and his thoughts turning into a meaningless mush. Not many times had he been incapacitated like this in his life before, and he could not understand this infallible attraction he was feeling for this apparition. Clad in pink, with silver and gold jewellery, kohl lined eyes, confusion and fear reflecting, searching for something, was this woman for real? He felt a pull towards her, a heat was generating through his entire body, a desire, to feel her, if she was real, or was she a figment of his imagination? Involuntary, his feet followed her, making minimal noise, unaware of what had taken over him. Her eyes, like wine, like some intoxication were calling out to him, her passing aroma filling up his senses...
She had not noticed him until now, in her state of fear and confusion, she was only looking for an outlet, a way to get out of this predicament. What will Mrs. Oberoi think of her? She had warned her not to venture very far, and here she was, completely lost, that too in the men's wing. She was getting really scared now, she turned around and stumbled, just about to fall, she braced herself.
When she opened her eyes, she was not on the floor, instead she found herself in someone's protective arms, staring at deep brown eyes of a stranger who was looking at her with an intensity which was sending her signals she was too innocent to decode. He had the most handsome face she had come across, a regal air about him, a royal demeanour. He was holding her tight, both his hands on her arms; he was close, their bodies touching, his face inches away from hers, their breaths mingling. She felt her body go up in flames, with the intensity of his stare, his aroma, his touch, emotions she had never known before this. She was looking at him, her chest heaving, whilst still holding her eyes captive, he bent down and took her lips in his and kissed her passionately, tasting her, eating her , coaxing her to open her mouth, until his tongue was playing with hers, slowly, feeling it.
Yeh nayan dare dare, Yeh jaam bhare bhare,
Zara peene do...
Kal ki kisko khabar, Ik raat hoke nidar,
Mujhe jeene do...
As if the night, the moon, the stars, the light had them both under a spell. When she finally came out of the trance, she was still in his hold; his one hand was supporting her head in place for him to access her and the other hand was encircling her waist. She was being kissed as if there was no tomorrow. She started protesting and hitting him, Let me go, Who are you? How dare you?' she was furious. He released her and smirked.
In a sexy undertone he answered, You asked for it.' With this he walked away as if nothing had happened.
Still affected by the kiss, she was shivering, her body betraying her, wanting more, feeling the loss of his touch. Her first kiss! She gathered her nerves and started in the opposite direction, eventually finding her way to the ladies function. She decided not to mention this to Mrs. Oberoi, what would she say? That she allowed a total stranger to kiss her! And what was she doing in the men's wing in the first place?
She couldn't sleep all night once they came back to the palace, thinking about the mysterious person and the hold he had on her. Why was she drawn to him like a moth to a flame, why did she behave so wantonly? What was this infallible attraction she felt for him, a total stranger? How could she trust herself in his presence again?
Perhaps it is over, she needn't fear ', she thought. She will never see him again, what was the probability, right?'
The next morning, at the breakfast table, she found herself staring at the same deep brown orbs!
Meet Omkara Singh Oberoi, my eldest son' said Mrs. Oberoi, pride reflecting in every word of hers.
END
So, what do you think.?
The song is a very old one - from b/W era.
Inspired by a VM Priya_86 posted on the forum featuring Rikara. So thanks to her for that creation.
Please note I am not suggesting the story is set in that era, the story is very much contemporary, but the setting/ ambience belongs to an era and the song's mood and lyrics fit the situation.
Please leave comments, feedback and hit the like button if you like it and want me to continue.
Thanks in advance.
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I am brining a new short story on Rikara. This is likely to be a three shot , unless somehow it is deviated in other directions. The treatment is bit like a period one, of a place lost in time.
Looking forward to your feedback and comments.
Part 1 - Gauri Kumari Sharma - Page 1 ( below)
Part 2 - Omkara Singh Oberoi - Page 8
Part 3 - Rudra Singh Oberoi - Page 11
Part 4 - Jhanvi Singh Oberoi - Page 16
Epilogue - Wisdom of life - Page 21
I hope you enjoy reading it. So, here it goes.
INFALLIBLE ATTRACTION
Part 1
Life has its way of revealing itself slowly, silently and time, is full of surprises': Gauri Kumari Sharma.
Ever since she gathered consciousness and learned to be independent, Gauri Sharma was a positive person. She had it rough, but she never complained. She was content. Hers was a spirit which was charitable and vivacious at the same time, charitable with her time and love for others, and vivacious in her own ways and behaviour. And then of course, there was her physical demeanour. Anyone who came in contact with her could not help falling for her, one way or another. She was stunning in the least, possessing an angelic face and the body of a goddess. Everyone loved Gauri, to state this, would be stating the obvious.
Unfortunately, there weren't that many. People. In her life.
And today, she was making a journey, to a new town, away from what she knew to a completely new paradigm. But this was necessary. She had been able to secure a job at a very prestigious establishment and this would give her a good start in her career. She was going through her life in bits in her head, but her chain of thoughts was broken, when the train hooted and stopped abruptly. She peeped out of the window, and from what she saw from in between the bars across the window, she stood up with a start. It was her stop. She quickly grabbed her luggage, a suitcase and a carry bag and threw it out of the train, jumping after them quickly to fall on the platform. The station looked deserted; she was the only one getting off here. It was a really small outpost.
By the time she got up and gathered her wits, she saw a man standing next to her looking curious.
Gauriji, is that you? M'am has sent me to bring you home' he offered help with her luggage.
Yes. Thank you.' Gauri was polite.
I am Singh, the estate manager' he introduced himself. An old man with kind eyes and grey hair, he reminded Gauri of her uncle and she liked him instantly. She started off like a chatter-box telling him of her journey and beyond, whilst he took her to the car and settled her luggage before driving off.
The vintage car stopped in front of a palace and Singh escorted her to the inner corridors, up the stairs, across courtyards, into a large chamber. The room was indigo white, stark with hints of blue peeping through. The only sound in the room was that of a ceiling fan that tried to provide relief during high summer and blazing temperatures. It was a heritage structure and parts of it could not be air-conditioned artificially without damaging the structure. Gauri waited for a bit, standing up on seeing Mrs. Oberoi make her way towards her, a formidable woman wearing a white satin saree and pearl jewellery.
Welcome Gauri. I hope your journey was not too gruelling?' Mrs. Oberoi gestured for her to sit.
No, M'am. It was all right. I want to thank you for this huge opportunity. I always wanted to become a writer, and you have given me the privilege of assisting with your biography. I am very grateful' Gauri smiled.
Don't thank me Gauri. It is your talent which has won you this job. I interviewed several other writers before you, some of them quite established in the field. But when I see a diamond, I know it from afar. Your picture in the resume' spoke to me Gauri' replied Mrs. Oberoi. Get some rest, and we will start work tomorrow.'
Thank you M'am. I look forward to working with you.'
A maid showed Gauri around the palace and took her to her room where her luggage was already accommodated. She didn't have many worldly belongings. Some clothes, essentials and books that was her tiny little material self. She was in a small but beautiful room. It had screens and jharokhas that brought in cool breeze and views towards the garden courtyard. Gauri smiled to herself as she explored the room and the antique furniture and furnishings within it, never in her wildest dreams had she thought that she would be living in a grand palace one day. This will be great for some inspiration!
The Oberois were the descendants of the kings of Deogarh. This was one of their palaces in the remote corners of a desert. Mrs. Oberoi had been widowed when she was very young and had been taking care of the estate since then. She was a very private person and no one knew much about her except for her public outings to cities which were mostly for philanthropic purposes. Not much was known about the House of Oberois and their relations either. Little reserach that Gauri managed to do before coming here was what she found in some press clippings that Mrs. Oberoi had two sons who mostly lived abroad. But there weren't many pictures of the sons of the house circulating in public either. Gauri didn't want to concern herself with any of that, she was here to work and so she will. With this resolve, she unpacked, settled down and took a shower. A maid brought her dinner in the room on her request; she read for a while and slept getting accustomed to her new surroundings.
Next day she was ready on time, when a maid came to fetch her.
M'am has asked for you in the lawns' she smiled and showed her the way.
Mrs. Oberoi was sitting at the head of a dining table laid out on the patio in the lawn surrounded by a few other people.
Come Gauri, join us for breakfast, did you get good sleep last night?' enquired Mrs. Oberoi.
Yes, thank you M'am. Good morning to you.' Gauri was shy noticing the colourful party around the table.
Hello, I am Rudra Singh Oberoi. You can call me Rudy. I don't allow many people to call me that, but you are allowed. You know why? You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen.' A young, handsome guy was standing very close to her by now offering his hand.
Gauri was taken aback. He was unabashedly forward; she wasn't used to this kind of attention.
Hello, I am Gauri.' She replied politely to Rudy and shook his hand, taking him to be one of the Oberoi sons.
Come here, sit next to me.' Rudy pulled her to the seat next to him.
Rudy, stop making Gauri uncomfortable.' reprimanded Mrs. Oberoi.
Don't worry Gauri, he means no harm. He is just the flirt of the house.' Mrs Oberoi laughed and everyone else laughed with her.
Slowly, Gauri made introductions with everyone around the table. There was Mrs. Pinky Singh, Mrs. Oberoi's sister and her husband Shakti. Their daughter Priyanka was wearing a very short dress and lots of make-up. She ignored Gauri royally, keen to get Rudy's attention back to her. She was with her boyfriend Ranveer. Then there were Mrs. Oberoi's friends and associates.
After breakfast, Gauri sat with Mrs. Oberoi in her study getting briefed. They talked for a while, getting to know each other, after which the dictation started and Gauri made notes diligently. Mrs. Oberoi was very pleased with her choice. Secretly, she was hoping against hope for something. A miracle. If only.' She thought.
After lunch, they worked for some more time, after which Gauri was free as Mrs. Oberoi had some other engagements. Gauri was taking some rounds in the fountain courtyard in the evening, when Rudy followed her and sprang up in front of her again.
Surprise! It's me again. Sorry Gauri, in this palace there is no respite from me, especially for someone as beautiful as you. I couldn't stop thinking about you since morning so I had to come looking for you.' Rudy blurted it all out in one go.
And before Gauri could respond, he started again.
Friends? See you have to accept my friendship, only then will I stop troubling you' Rudy's hand was out again.
Reluctantly, Gauri shook his hands, once again and replied,' Yes, friends. As such I don't have any friends here so thank you.'
A few days passed with Gauri trying to get to grips with her work, understanding Mrs. Oberoi's way of working, thinking and relating. It was no mean task, to translate someone's life, that too someone as accomplished as Mrs. Oberoi's life, into pen and ink. Gauri's respect for her grew tenfold since she had met her first and by now, she had started understanding her more and in Gauri, Mrs. Oberoi had found a companion, friend, counsellor, someone she could share her concerns and inner thoughts with.
Together with writing her memoirs, Gauri was also proving to be a very good personal assistant for Mrs. Oberoi, a role which happened subconsciously with Gauri trying to help out every now and then. Their bond grew by the day.
Rudy was at his usual antics, always trying to flirt with Gauri in the name of friendship, but she never gave him a reason to or encouraged him. She liked Rudy, but she had never known relations with men before, even friendship, having grown up in the protected environs of a girls' working hostel. Also, she was just an employee of the household and she understood that very well. For her, he was a friend; she was there for him, to listen to his crazy ideas about the world and himself.
One afternoon, Mrs. Oberoi stopped her dictations early and asked Gauri to retire as they had to go for a wedding that evening and it will take some time to get ready. Gauri was writing letter to her uncle back home when the maid knocked and left something on the bed, M'am sent this for you, for tonight'.
It was a beautiful rose gold pink sharara and jewellery to go with it. Gauri was shocked, she had no idea that she was accompanying Mrs. Oberoi to the function; after all she was just an employee, not a family member. And that Mrs. Oberoi herself had picked this beautiful ensemble for her! She was grateful for such a generous patron. When she came down wearing the outfit, a grin adorned Mrs. Oberoi's face which she had never seen before.
Mashallah. Nazar na lage. You have surpassed every expectation Gauri. You are looking sooo gorgeous beta' said Mrs. Oberoi.
Hearing beta' from her was like spring song for Gauri, as if all her prayers had been answered, she had not known her mother and Mrs. Oberoi was the closest to a female mother figure for Gauri. A tear shone in her eye's corner reflecting her joy. They were driven to the function which was being held in a five star hotel (a castle conversion into a heritage hotel, owned by the Oberois).
The castle dominated the skyline, tucked away on another corner of the desert on a cliff, overlooking the town. It was lit like a beacon, with light spreading far and wide, drowning the underlying town in its halo. Gauri was in awe of the beauty of the desert, the castle, the lights, the decorations; she couldn't help but get inspired. They were in a huge room with three to four storey tall, embellished with beautiful stone decorations and glass chandeliers.
This room was full of ladies. Mrs. Oberoi explained to Gauri that in conservative weddings of rajgharanas, there is a separation between the male and female contingents until the rituals are complete. Gauri was in awe. The room was white and golden with stained glass work of all colours, and reflecting in the transparent chandeliers was the all the colours the ladies present were wearing. Together with being a writer, she was also a keen photographer and she had carried her camera along with her that day.
If you don't mind M'am, can I click some pictures of this beautiful ambience?' Gauri requested Mrs. Oberoi.
Sure Gauri. But be careful, don't venture too far, anyone can get lost in this huge castle.'
Gauri's joy knew no bounds. She was like a child with a new toy left alone to explore the galaxy of possibilities. She wanted to capture this beautiful place in her memory, in her camera, every nook and corner from each and every angle. And so she carried on clicking several pictures, up and down staircases, in and out of corridors, like a lost soul subconsciously drawn towards an invisible force. And then she panicked, when she realised that she was lost! Lost, in this huge castle, with wedding festivities going on, it was crowded before, but now she found herself in a completely secluded wing of the castle, in a dimly lit corridor. She could hear some faint noises coming from a little far away, of men, a din, caused by several men. She couldn't carry on in that direction, knowing that she was in the male wing and so she had turn.
He had come out to get some air, away from the din and useless banter of spineless nincompoops. He was in the verandah, under the stars, just about to light his cigarette, when he noticed some anklets (payals) making faint noises disturbing the calm of the night and his thoughts. Who dared to!
He was angry and anxious at the same time, wanting to find the source; he followed the sound into a dimly lit inner corridor, only to find himself looking at the most beautiful creation of God he had ever laid his eyes on. He was stunned, his anger evaporating and his thoughts turning into a meaningless mush. Not many times had he been incapacitated like this in his life before, and he could not understand this infallible attraction he was feeling for this apparition. Clad in pink, with silver and gold jewellery, kohl lined eyes, confusion and fear reflecting, searching for something, was this woman for real? He felt a pull towards her, a heat was generating through his entire body, a desire, to feel her, if she was real, or was she a figment of his imagination? Involuntary, his feet followed her, making minimal noise, unaware of what had taken over him. Her eyes, like wine, like some intoxication were calling out to him, her passing aroma filling up his senses...
She had not noticed him until now, in her state of fear and confusion, she was only looking for an outlet, a way to get out of this predicament. What will Mrs. Oberoi think of her? She had warned her not to venture very far, and here she was, completely lost, that too in the men's wing. She was getting really scared now, she turned around and stumbled, just about to fall, she braced herself.
When she opened her eyes, she was not on the floor, instead she found herself in someone's protective arms, staring at deep brown eyes of a stranger who was looking at her with an intensity which was sending her signals she was too innocent to decode. He had the most handsome face she had come across, a regal air about him, a royal demeanour. He was holding her tight, both his hands on her arms; he was close, their bodies touching, his face inches away from hers, their breaths mingling. She felt her body go up in flames, with the intensity of his stare, his aroma, his touch, emotions she had never known before this. She was looking at him, her chest heaving, whilst still holding her eyes captive, he bent down and took her lips in his and kissed her passionately, tasting her, eating her , coaxing her to open her mouth, until his tongue was playing with hers, slowly, feeling it.
Yeh nayan dare dare, Yeh jaam bhare bhare,
Zara peene do...
Kal ki kisko khabar, Ik raat hoke nidar,
Mujhe jeene do...
As if the night, the moon, the stars, the light had them both under a spell. When she finally came out of the trance, she was still in his hold; his one hand was supporting her head in place for him to access her and the other hand was encircling her waist. She was being kissed as if there was no tomorrow. She started protesting and hitting him, Let me go, Who are you? How dare you?' she was furious. He released her and smirked.
In a sexy undertone he answered, You asked for it.' With this he walked away as if nothing had happened.
Still affected by the kiss, she was shivering, her body betraying her, wanting more, feeling the loss of his touch. Her first kiss! She gathered her nerves and started in the opposite direction, eventually finding her way to the ladies function. She decided not to mention this to Mrs. Oberoi, what would she say? That she allowed a total stranger to kiss her! And what was she doing in the men's wing in the first place?
She couldn't sleep all night once they came back to the palace, thinking about the mysterious person and the hold he had on her. Why was she drawn to him like a moth to a flame, why did she behave so wantonly? What was this infallible attraction she felt for him, a total stranger? How could she trust herself in his presence again?
Perhaps it is over, she needn't fear ', she thought. She will never see him again, what was the probability, right?'
The next morning, at the breakfast table, she found herself staring at the same deep brown orbs!
Meet Omkara Singh Oberoi, my eldest son' said Mrs. Oberoi, pride reflecting in every word of hers.
END
So, what do you think.?
The song is a very old one - from b/W era.
Inspired by a VM Priya_86 posted on the forum featuring Rikara. So thanks to her for that creation.
Please note I am not suggesting the story is set in that era, the story is very much contemporary, but the setting/ ambience belongs to an era and the song's mood and lyrics fit the situation.
Please leave comments, feedback and hit the like button if you like it and want me to continue.
Thanks in advance.
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