RiKara THREE SHOT - O SAIYYAN

"Isn't she the woman you painted on one of your Canvas Mr. Oberoi? Roshni Raheja pointed towards a pretty and petite Gauri who was giggling in a Obahus moment. With a smile, Omkara called for her.

"Mrs. Raheja meet my wife Mrs. Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi. Omkara said proudly. "She is the one and only person who can help me keep calm a d sane other wise things tend to get out of hand. She is my inspiration. Omkara added.

"That is how an artist functions Mr. Oberoi, I can understand, it can be extreme. Roshni fluttered her fake eyelashes.

"And trust me nobody would want to see my kind of extreme. Omkara confirmed as a matter of fact.

"Hi. Standing beside his wife ... Abhimanyu Raheja brought forward his hand to greet Gauri. "I am Abhimanyu Raheja ... The superstar, naam toh suna hi hoga.

"Kuch original boliye naa Abhimanyu ji, yeh toh Shahrukh Khan ji ka dialogue hai, Dilwaale Dulhaniya Le Jaaenge nahi dekhi aapne? Gauri smiled and joined her hands in a Namastey not wanting him to hold her hand.

Dabang Gauri. Omkara looked at Gauri with absolute confusion. What was making her behave in such a quirky way? Knowing about the Bollywood themed party she was so happy and excited. She even helped him with planning the exhibition, they did not have a fight or even a tiff. She was in good mood then why? Why was she talking to her favorite actor in such a way? He felt like mimicking ACP Pradyuman Kuch toh Gadbad hai.'

"Tum theek ho? He had to ask this question to her.

"Haan Omkaraji humme kya hona hai ... Hum theek hai bilkul theek hai hum. Gauri said in her usual chirpy tone.

"She is my fan ... humne saath mein photo bhi kheechi. Abhimanyu interrupted in the husband wife talk and then Gauri gave him a look. Yeah they clicked a picture together, she was the one who had walked behind him and asked for a picture but a photograph on her phone should not have given him the liberty to touch her on the shoulder like that, to try to feel her up and make her feel uncomfortable. He then explained himself saying that he behave in such a way with all her fans whether it be girls or guys. Everything became weird and so Gauri had decided to keep distance from him. He is a guest, He can eat whatever he wants, He can drink till the brim of his mouth and dance wherever he wants and then he will have to leave. Good for her and for him as well.

"Yeah she told me and I will be very honest with you. I was a little bit jealous when my wife began fan girling another man. Omkara said pressing his palm into Gauri's waist a little harder while she looked away with a blush.

Looking at Gauri and Omkara standing too close and together Abhimanyu's face moved a little too slowly, as he was taking in the surroundings more than anyone else, he was keenly observing Omkara's quite secretive ministrations on his wife and also the affect of him on Gauri. Then he grinned. As he did so the temperature of the room fell a little thinking about everything he wished to do to Gauri ... the way he wanted to hold her and ... In the bright light of the party where they were able to see his bared teeth ... nobody was able to see his intentions. It was a cheshire grin of sorts, A grin spread over his face, wide and open, showing his over-whitened teeth. In that moment his motives were laid bare; he was a mocker, one who enjoyed whatever torment he could inflict on others, the kind that was so wide it was more as if he wanted to eat up Gauri rather than just looking at her and admiring her beauty.

"Achha suno ... thodi der mein humaare interviews hai ... mere saath chalna ... Okay? Omkara said tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Humara interview? Ab humne kaunsa kamaal kar diya ke humaara interview liya jaaega? Gauri genuinely gave it a thought.

"Woh isiliye baby ji kyonki tum meri biwi ho aur main chahta hoon ke meri biwi mere paas rahe.

"Humme aapke saath interview dene nahi aana ... Omkaraji hum bore ho jaaenge ... aap apne paintings ke baare mein baat karenge ... art ke baare mein baat karenge ... phir ... Gauri had some things more to say.

"Apne pati ko iss tarah se mana karne ki koi khaas wajah? Omkara raised a brow.

"Woh ... Omkaraji ... woh reporters tarah tarah ke sawaal karenge ... tarah tarah ki angrezi bolenge ... aadhi baatein toh samajh mein hi nahi aaengi. And her lips tightened into a cute pout.

"Aur agar unn reporters mein se kisi Chirraiyya ne tumhaare Jatadhari Nandi par buri nazar daalne ki koshish ki toh? Omkara asked making it sound serious.

"Oh ... agar aisa kuch hua naa Omkaraji toh aap humme ek aawaaz dijiye gaa hum aake uss chirraiyya ko ek jhaap mein deewar pe sata denge. Gauri giggled.

"Achha theek hai lekin mujhe sach bataao tum kya karna chahti ho ... dimaag mein chal kya raha hai tumhaare? He knew she was up to something which was more interesting than being with him for the interviews.

"Sahi socha aapne Omkaraji ... humaare dimaag mein naa bohot swaadisht khichdi pak rahi hai ... hum aur Rudy bhaiyya milke dance floor ke beech mein jaaenge aur shammi kapoor ji ke gaano pe paagal dance karenge ... Aur usse pehle humme jaake ek aur elaichi waali kulfi khaani hai ... humme bohot pasand aai woh. After telling him about her plan Gauri dreamily thought about the sweet and creamy kulfi. Delicious.

"Achha theek hai tum paagal dance bhi kar lena aur kulfi bhi kha lena par abhi mere saath exhibition toh dekhne chalo. Omkara knew if it is a RuRi Plan however crazy it is ... Nobody, not even he himself can convince them to not make it their actions.

"Chale Mr. Oberoi ... aapki paintings dekhne? Roshni asked Omkara and he nodded his head.

"Chulbul Bhabhi!!! Rudra called for Gauri ... she turned back and gestured him that she will be back in a while. She started walking behind Omkara and Roshni and Abhimanyu started walking behind her.

The woman that walked before him could have graced any billboard or magazine cover, but she was better than those two dimensional photo shopped models. Somehow her imperfections made her perfect. There was a shyness to her, hesitation in her body movements and a softness in her voice. Her black sequened dress had a tailored look that was bold against her fair skin, but he could already see her in lesser clothes ... Maybe denim shorts and a T-shirt or even some lingirie ... while her feet up on the couch and painting her nails. She was right there, only feet away, but in her understated glamour she might as well be on the television or a girl in a film opposite him. Looking at how beautiful and expressive Gauri as a woman is ... his mind was filled with filthy thoughts. And so Abhimanyu had decided on his own that she did not need a plain guy like her husband. She deserved better and he will make her understand what's better. In that moment as he walked behind her ... his eyes were down on the way her hips swayed and that's when the chaos began.

At the poolside, Gauri saw Omkara explaining one of his paintings to Roshni. She was curiously listening. That was one of Gauri's favorite painting. The painting of a woman. A beautiful woman. In fact Omkara had told her a few days back that she had inspired him to make the painting. Half emerging from the blackness of struggle ... half her face was visible. She had a clearly visible personality. The shine of her eye was ambition and the curve of her lip ... a rebel. Omkara had told her that this painting was inspired from Gauri and her viswaas' on herself and her god, The way she worked hard to earn money for her mother's treatment, The way she used to proudly call herself Paanchvi pass, The way she stood strong and fought against a malicious Kali Thakur to save her life. "You know Gauri ... you don't realize how powerful you are ... you have immense strength that comes from within. She recalled her husband's words with a smile. When he says these things and when he does such things ... Gauri feels so proud of herself.

From that painting her attention shifts to the painting in front of her eyes. It was more than bright colors on a canvas. It was a memory. The painting about the day when he had met a stranger and fought with dangerous goons to save her life putting himself in danger. He did not know her. She would have been fine if he would not have made any effort to help her but he stood by her side. That was the day when both of them were saved from death by her Sankarji and that very day Sankarji got them married. The still in the painting telling exactly about it. The way he had scooped her in his arms and was about to take another step around the pious fire ... tears in her eyes, anger in his ...

"Waise Gauri ... tumhara pati painter toh bada achha hai lekin yeh kaisi painting bana di ... kuch samajh main nahi aayaa. Abhimanyu's words caught her attention. He was staring at the same painting and standing too close to her.

"Abhimanyu ji ... yeh sirf ek painting nahi ... Humaari zindagi ka sach hai jo aapka samajhna bohot zaroori ho chuka hai ... Hum ek shaadi shuda aurat hai aur humaare pati ka naam hai Omkara Singh Oberoi toh aapke liye yahi behtar hoga ke aap humse door rahe. Gauri warned him and turned to walk towards Omkara when an earring fell open from her lobe on the ground, murmuring something she bent down to pick her earring when even he bent down and held her hand.

"Jitna socha tha usse zyada kameene insaan hai aap, ladki dekhi nahi ke laar tapkana shuru ... humme khudpar ghinn aati hai ke hum aap jaise aadmi ke fan bann baithe. She stood up and turned after jerking her hand from him determined to tell Omkara about everything that Abhimanyu had been trying to do with her. She saw him walk out of the pool area with Roshni when suddenly Abhimanyu gripped her wrist.

"Tumhe pehli baar dekhkar tumpar Dil aa gaya Gauri ... bohot khoobsurat ho tum aur khoobsurat cheezon ka shaukeen hoon main. Jaise tumhara pati meri biwi ko khush karne mein laga hua hai ... tum mujhe khush kardo phir main apni biwi se kehke Omkara ki saari paintings khareed lunga.

A smouldering stare held onto the girl that had frozen in front of Abhimanyu. He could feel his thoughts all gnarl together as the temptation to have her and hurt her poisoned his bloodstream. An immaculate hunger twisting his insides as he lurched forward, he wanted to pounce on the girl with the luminous mahogany eyes. She had flouted him, the rules had been fragmented and now her chaste soul was going to pay. He wanted to feel her squirm, wanted her delicate frame pinned beneath his body as his actions quickened. Soon her hot blood became a dry abyss when he put his hand on her stomach and wanted to go lower. He wanted to scoop her limp and decrepit body and trap her beneath the solid terrain. He did not desire her pain... but the voices thought it was inevitable.

He painfully pulled the clip out of her hair and also the tiny black beads of her mangalsutra fell and scattered around the floor. He stood so close to her but he did not notice her teary eyelids. She wanted to curse him, she wanted to scream but the way his palm was pressed over her mouth, it became difficult to undo. He just sneered feeling his victory because he had almost got what he wanted. But Gauri was determined ... it was not over yet ... If a bas***d like him can dare to cross a limit and behave like a pimp ... she ought to teach him that every criminal deserves punishment and he will get punished.

She saw what he did, She felt it too. No detail misses her eye, ever, and what he did not know that he is going to pay for whatever he is doing in the end. He could have turned over a new leaf at any time, yet he did not. He was having a chance to apologize and stay away from her but he chose the wrong conduct. Even now tears dripped down her chin as she felt him spanking her breasts. She was moving uncontrollably to free herself from his hold but her efforts were going in vain. He was laughing devilishly. Gauri cried and prayed desperately for help and more than that for strength. She cannot give up ... she has to save herself. She wants to call for her husband or bade bhaiyya or Rudra or Khanna ji or anyone who would care to listen.

Ignoring her reluctant body movements and her attempts to push herself away from him, he sleathily got rid of her duppatta and threw it aside. The hand obscuring her lips getting wet because of her warm tears. The dirty touch of him made her sick from the ends of her hair to the nails on her toes. Gauri as a person does not come to hate easily, but she understands what is evil when she sees it. And Abhimanyu is evil. It broke her to get away from him more than he will ever know. But she is no porcelain ... no cardboard too ... she is a woman strong enough to protect herself from an animal like him ... she has to get out of here and tell everyone about the crime that is happening to her.

Blabbering a cuss in her ear ... he ripped open the stringed knot on the upper back of her dress. She knew if she let him do this now ... something more horrible would happen ... She can feel the sweat drench her skin, the throbbing of her own eyes, the ringing screams of her heart vibrating in her ears, and the thumping of her heart against her chest. Her fingers are curled into a fist, nails digging into her palm. She cannot hear her rapid breathing, but she can feel the oxygen flooding in and out of her lungs. Hesitantly, her eyes look at the way out of the pool area ... the passage is long but she has to figure a way out. Fear tortured her guts, churning her stomach in tense cramps. Fear engulfs her conscience, knocking all other thoughts aside. Fear overwhelms her body, making it drastically exhausted. However, most of all, the fear is making her calm and that is what scares her the most. She cannot afford to become numb right now.

He knew when he saw her eyes brimming with tears that he should relent, that a decent person would show mercy and even ask for forgiveness. But he felt a frisson of excitement that transcended his better nature and pushed him on. Talking was the least interesting formality ... because he was enjoying the supple skin of her neck ... trying to kiss and nip there which left his teeth marks on her exposed skin and also some blood oozing out of the nip. Only when she was openly weeping and broken would he stop. No. He would feel guilty of course, but that never stopped him before and it would not stop him this time. He enjoyed abusing her too much. He liked such kind of women who made him work hard. They are of his type. Spicy and fiesty.

The paralyzing hurt spread through her body like icy, liquid metal. She clenched her fists as she hesitantly took each breathe. She noticed her feet tremble. Her legs twitched, fighting the impulse to whirl around and sprint down that glossy , shadowed corridor; her throat closed in threat of screaming at the man who called her case hopeless now ... he was so confident that he will ruin her, and her jaw became tight. Fire in the form of water stung her hazel nut brown eyes, threatening their attack. She crunched her teeth over her lip harder than she ever had. Salty blood filled her mouth. Slowly, her brain supported up her feet in an unbalanced gait, carelessly giving her an idea to escape this terror ... she was not sure but she had to try and before she could do anything he shamelessly slipped his hand under the waistband of her pallazo pants. Reality tried to tap its way into her marching brain's rhythm. He could do whatever he wants . She was helpless. That was all. Or maybe not.

Exerting every possible force from her aching limbs she stomped her heeled shoe over his foot making him yelp in pain. That was the moment when he let his grip over her mouth and body a little lose and she got a chance to push him away. She tried to run when he caught her bell sleeve and tried to pull her towards him through it but she knew it was now or never, she cannot let this man win ... she has to run and she did not caring about whether he pulls her hair or dress ... she had to run to her husband.

Her brain was not able to understand when and how did she hurt her chest due to a work table, she tried to hold on to it but there was paint and she saw that he had not given up. He was not going to leave her. She picked a wooden box from the table and hit his head with it and then pushed the table down in his direction ... earning another chance to run away from him. She was almost going to fall when she got hold of a canvas ... the woman emerging from the darkness lending a hand to support her. The woman conveying the story of her life had another tale to tell today as Gauri dragged a red imprint of her hand on that woman's face. She is scared too just like Gauri.

Red. Everything went red. Her vision blurred as a flame curled in the pit of her stomach. Her brain went on overdrive as it picked every moment that she had spent struggling in his hold. Such memories of Bareilly flashed in her brain and weighed down on her but instead of breaking even more, her heart turned ice cold and slunk into the shadows as her brain took complete control. The flames in her stomach rose up to her chest and crawling through her veins, took over the rest of her body. Her fingers coiled into a grip as she crushed a glass pane trying to run through it. The glass pierced the skin of her neck and palms and chest but she barely felt it. Waves of fury rolled off her as the blood rose to her cheeks. The term anger, barely even touched the tip of the volcano that she so clearly was in that moment.

She tried to scream but she was not able to. Her brain had shut down. She was clammy and there was the glisten of a cold threatening sweat. Her eyes were as wide as if someone was coming to deliver the fatal blow. Yet what she saw, no-one else could see. Trapped in her own psychosis, a living nightmare for one, tailor made by her own brain to play on her deepest fears. She was running in the passage way when some servants saw her ... for one moment they were confused thinking what exactly has gone wrong but in the other moment they saw Abhimanyu running behind her ... they understood that the actor's intentions are not right. To help their Gauri ma'am some servants ran behind Abhimanyu to get hold of him while others went to call for the family members.

Busy with Answering some questions, Omkara diverted his attention to the different voices that were calling his name from one particular direction. Is something wrong and if so what? He got up from the table and moved out of the crowd of reporters and journalists to look at nowhere in particular.

She could not breathe, it felt as if Abhimanyu was still touching her, he was still choking her ... that he wanted her to die. Her heart was racing and all she wanted to do was to reach out to her family and wait for someone to save her. But no one would, no one was there. Nobody knew that she was in trouble. A choked cry for help forced itself up her throat, and she felt another drop run down her cheek. It seemed as if this was the end of the passage for her and it was because she was able to push open a door which opened in front of where Omkara was standing. It was now that seeing his back she gained the energy to call for him in a scream of weak decibel.

The scream in Gauri's voice tore through him like a great shard of glass. He felt his eyes widen and pulse quicken, his heart thudding like a rock rattling in box. The scream came again, desperate, terrified... human. All the blood drained from his face, before he was even aware of making a conscious decision his legs were pounding furiously on the lavishly carpeted floor ... his ears straining for more sounds, more clues as to what had just happened. He had no idea as to what he would do after seeing what he just saw, just that he had to be there for Gauri, with all his might.

Omkara's repulsing heart shattered into a thousand pieces when he saw Gauri fallen on the floor. Her condition was unexplainable. Her hair were disheveled, One of her earring gone missing and the other entangled in her hair. Mascara from her eyelashes and the red lip color from her lips was smudged. Her duppatta forgotten somewhere he does not know. The neckline of her dress torn a little bit ... One of the sleeve torn fully and the dress slid from one shoulder exposing the strap of her bra. To make it worse, small pieces of glass were pierced on her chin, on her neck and on her arms ... even on the part of dress covering her chest.

All of the guests were happily singing, drinking, dancing or doing nothing until and unless they saw Gauri. The place fell humanly silent ... the only noise hurling in between was the clicks of cameras. Wide eyed Shivaay wanted to cry looking at such state gauri. Anika ... without a word ran towards Gauri to cover her up with her own Duppata. Whatever just happened was horrifyingly surprising for whoever became the audience.

The smile of a few minutes ago evaporated from his eyes seeing her tears. His customary warmth gone faster than summer rain on the tarmac. Indeed even his focus was somewhere on the man behind Gauri, as if everything had become invisible to Omkara and the only thing he wanted to do was confront Abhimanyu. He had crossed some invisible line, offended his wife's sensibilities. Omkara had heard thay he is not a good man ... that he has done such things to other women before, but he had thought that Abhimanyu won't dare to commit such a crime in the Oberoi mansion. Now his blood drained and heart hammered erratically. How dare he? How dare that rotten pig touch his wife?

Shivaay was extremely stressed and worried and when he saw and read the expression on his brother's face ... he knew what was coming. He was never afraid of his brother's anger when it came as fire, for that burnt hot and fast, but he was deathly afraid of his ice like that of today. It coated him like protective permafrost, it had saved him from the torments of his impulse but now the same method could isolate him from the right and wrong and make him punish Abhimanyu. Shivaay tried to stop Omkara from showcasing that kind of anger but Omkara raised his palm to him asking him to keep quite. Shivaay knew It was pointless to try to reach him now, his well meant words would bounce off as good as hard rain. But he would have to see him in a while maybe Gauri will be able to thaw his anger, return that loving spark to his eyes. Taking out his phone from the pocket ... Shivaay called the police.

"Inspector Saab jald se jald Oberoi Mansion aaiye ... ek molestation case file Karna hai. Shivaay requested in a hurried tone.

"Theek hai Mr. Oberoi hum pandrah minute mein aapke ghar pohoch rahe hai.

Shivaay disconnected the call and went to check the CCTV camera footage ... they can find a proof against Abhimanyu.

Omkara could not believe his eyes. He did not want to anyway. He never saw something like that even in his worst nightmares. He was not able to see his Gauri in such pain. But that was only because his brain always woke him up before such a horrific image covered his mind. And now he was seeing something his eyes won't ever be able to erase. The adrenalin flew over his veins like a carp through the river, but he could not move a single muscle, not even to scream. The absolute horror completely paralyzed him, and the more he thought about the way his wife was shivering , or simply moving a bit, the more he felt ashamed of himself and utterly terrified. He did not remember being that scared in his life. And that was just the beginning. The slight idea about how Abhimanyu might have attempted to rape his Chirraiyya only made it worse. If that was even possible.

Omkara walked up to him looking him straight into the eye. He had some questions and he was sure he will get his answers.

"Omkara ... woh ... mujhe ... Abhimanyu was not able to figure out how will Gauri's husband react on seeing him and he wanted to make one last attempt to save himself.

"Hain kaun tu? Omkara asked him coldly.

"Main Abhi ... Superstar Raheja ... Manyu ... Abhi. Abhimanyu fumbled.

"Yahan kar kya raha hai? Omkara's tone still undecipherable.

"Party ... Party mein aayaa hoon. Abhimanyu sweated profusely.

"Humne tujhe apne ghar bulaya ... mehmaan nawaazi ki ... itni izzat di aur tu apni aukaat pe aa gaya ... mere ghar ki izzat pe haath daalega tu. Omkara yelled into his face.

Omkara took no pleasure in taking him down. None. It is just necessary. Abhimanyu loved to hurt and Omkara cannot heal his family with him around. Giving mercy is good until it is proven to hurt the innocent, then see him come out fighting. He has not even swung a punch yet and he can see him quiver. This is how weak the superstar abhimanyu raheja is. This is not cruelty, this is mercy and justice combined. Abhimanyu has his last chance of confessing his crime so then police can take him to jail. Omkara knew that he cannot control the situation but what he can do is control Abhimanyu. If the swine tries to fight with him, he will understand that Omkara will obviously win, or maybe he likes girl gambling? It is a sin, he does not know because it is his greed.

"Omkara ... trust me Maine kuch nahi kiya mujhe ... mujhe koi interest nahi hai tumhaari biwi ko haath lagane kaa ... Gauri hi mere paas aai thhi

"Tujhe kya lagta hai ke ek do takke ka actor aake ... mujhe meri biwi ke baare mein ulti seedhi baatein bataaega aur main sunn lunga?

Every word of the culprit stung only fueling the fire that burned inside of him. Every violated phrase was like gasoline to it, his fists began to clench and his jaw rooted. When the final trigger had been added to the pressure inside of him, he exploded with anger, with no control his hand levitated on Abhimanyu's jaw. He dropped to the floor as Omkara's primeval instinct took over. White knuckles from clenching his fist too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent, his hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent. His face was red with suppressed rage, and thinking about how Abhimanyu would have set a finger on his Gauri's shoulder, he swung around and practically slapped him.

"Meri biwi ko haath lagaane ki himmat kaise ki tunne? Omkara angrily bunched his collar. While the guests realized that Omkara Singh Oberoi's anger was nothing less than pure horror. The media collected their share of bread and butter some scandalizing news.

Burning rage hissed through his body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting; fury sweeping off him like ferocious waves. The wrath consumed like, engulfing his moralities and destroying the boundaries of mannerisms. Omkara wanted to behave like a maniac. He did not know what is he going to do with Abhimanyu but he knew one thing for sure that whatever he would do was going to be real bad.

It was like a vexing of the soul for what he felt was not human, it was twisted and distorted but it was something strong. It burned so bad like fire lacing his veins and creeping up his spine, his skin was a sore looking red but all he could feel was desire; desire to hate Abhimanyu. He was intoxicated with emotion he had no intention of ever feeling, the acidity of it was residing in his stomach waiting to be spat out of his mouth in foul and vulgar words he is now stared at for saying, except he is not going to say them, he was going to screech them with every ounce of breath that dwelled in his lungs. The people wanted action, the media wanted drama but only one thought ran in Omkara's mind Was Gauri not a big Abhimanyu fan? Then why did he try to molest his fan?

As much as Gauri tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from her throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of salty water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping. She hit Anika's chest and tried to scream, but her voice was melted by the sound of the nothingness. Anika hugged her as tightly as she could. The muffled sobs wracked against her chest. The world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was gone. The last painful emotion slammed against her before she lost the feeling of feeling. Everything darkened into nothingness as she passed into the oblivion of more tears.

Anika sobbed holding Gauri to her chest unceasingly, hands clutching at her upper back . She held her in silence, rocking her slowly as her own tears soaked her cheeks. A tiny lapse let Gauri pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before he collapsed again, her howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling her back into the outstretched arms of her grief.

Anger in the form of Gauri's torment became a silent huntress looming in the night, ready to strike when him least expect it. The emotion hovered over him like morning fog, clouding his judgment. It deceived him whenever it wills. His heart saw a threat in the form of Abhimanyu and his mind saw the game Abhimanyu played. One moment it's there and the next it's gone, leaving a trail of regret. Regret that he could have saved his wife from such abuse and torture and, with someone else's marks on her body.

Fires of fury and hatred were smoldering in the small narrowed eyes as he weighed the pros and cons of the various and creative means available to him for exacting revenge. He furiously hit Abhimanyu and then hit him again and then kept hitting him until fresh blood was seen on his body.

Anger boiled deep in his system, as hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction, and he knew it is too much for him to handle. The pressure of such raging sea of anger would force him to do some things which he should not be doing. Abhimanyu tried to defend himself but Omkara twisted his hand and then kicked him in his butt.

When he turned at last to face him there were a few traces of tears, in Omkara's eyes or in track marks on his reddening face. His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. In that moment he knew he was already far away. Abhimanyu was his enemy. These swings from one of the most loved favorite actor' to most hated potential rapist' would be the end of him. His states had no greyscale, only the polar extremes existed. He drew in a deep breath, the burning hard stare would last only as long as it took him to think of the most brutally cutting thing he could tear Abhimanyu down with. And after that he could bid anything breakable goodbye. Which right now might just be his nose, it was so hard to tell and so pointless to run. Omkara made every possible effort to give him pain. All the pain which will make him stink and rot.

He knew he was not a hero until anyone came after his girl. Then it was war. Abhimanyu crossed the line and Omkara will not let him forget. He will not rest until he is beaten - and he does not mean just beaten down. He meant dead. There is not a place he can go away to, Omkara will catch him, get hold of destroy him and destroy him. Omkara does not much care how it happens, he does not need him to suffer, He just needs Abhimanyu's cold black eyes extinguished from this universe. Many may think it an overreaction, but they have underestimated how much he loves his wife. Don't think he will play by "the rules" either, love allows us to exterminate vermin that attack women and Omkara has stood against Abhimanyu and that pest will know it.

He heard him call his name and Omkara raised his fists; then he heard her call Gauri's name and it was over. Maybe he was apologizing now but he has lost his chance. He had come for her; Now Omkara will stand in the way. He taunted her, threatened her or came near her and tried to touch her and Omkara will demolish him. He will show him every ounce of his power because he has to protect his wife. She is his love, the only good woman in his life and his love for her knows no bounds. Fighting with him maybe his hands break then he will beat that scoundrel with his broken bones until he is nothing but dust. This is not a bluff. This if for real. He is a husband, this is what husbands do.

Omkara threw his body weight behind the fist that edged closer to Abhimanyu's face, it hit his jaw with such force blood pooled into his mouth. Pain erupted from the point of impact. With his own two hands Omkara grasped his head in his hands and brought his knee cap up to his nose, there was a blunt crack and he released Abhimanyu's dark haired head. Crimson leaked from both his nostrils and his nose was twisted right. He drew his fist back again and it ploughed into his stomach, it was like hitting a train head on. Abhimanyu's guts smashed together, blood vessels bursting. Abhimanyu repaid this by punching his jaw, his collided with all of Omkara's body weight. Defending himself Omkara hit on his shoulder and continued this battering until he fell to the floor. His chest gently rose and sank with each shallow breath he drew in.

"Rudra please jaaiye naa ... Omkara bhaiyya ko rokiye warna bohot problem ho jaaegi ... marr jaaega Abhimanyu... Jaiyye Rudra. Bhavya cried seeing such a scene ... Rudra was just blankly looking at everything as they both had just come out of their room.

"Jaiyye Rudra ... Bhavya shouted.

Rudra walked towards his brother and caught Abhimanyu when his brother had pushed him down. "Saale kuttey ... kamine ... mere hi ghar mein aake meri bhabhi ko chedega tu ... Saying this even Rudra started punching and slapping Abhimanyu.

The pain throbbed in Abhimanyu's guts, it's deep and warm, but not in a nice way. It feels like someone has their hand in there and are squeezing his organs either gently or as hand as they can. When it wanes he can move, when it returns he can only hold still and breathe, breathe slow and deep until it has passed. There is no blood anywhere but his abdomen is purple and lumpy where it should be smooth. Every hit feels like a nail bomb exploding in his insides.

There is blood on his knuckles, a crack on his lip and a bruise above his right eye, yet Omkara does not want to think about how Abhimanyu has hurt his wife. They say Abhimanyu will have hell to pay, but Omkara got what he wanted. He wanted to beat him and he will beat him more because his wife was not safe in her own house. The victory cannot be of a criminal. So they have another round and Omkara hit him with his knee on his gonads, fists lowered. While Rudra punched him in the chest. And that is when the police took over the scene. Shivaay rushed to give them the CCTV footage and the servants also went there to tell what they saw in the passage.

"Yeh Sara tamasha band kijiye Mr. Oberoi ... Aise criminals ko saza dene ke liye law hai ... police hai ... aapko kanoon apne haathon mein lene ke liye kisne kaha? The policeman reprimanded Omkara.

"Issne meri biwi ko molest karne ki koshish ki. Omkara raised his tone in front of the policeman

"Aawaaz neechi rakhiye aap aur yeh samajh lijiye ke aisi harkat karne ke liye hum aapko aur Rudra Singh Oberoi ko bhi jail bhejenge.

"Not fair Inspector Saab ... Abhimanyu criminal hai aap usse jail mein daalo humme nahi. Rudra whined.

"Thanks to you ... aap ne jo harkat ki hai uski wajah se pehle yeh aadmi hospital jaaega.

The police handcuffed both Omkara and Rudra and started dragging them out of Oberoi mansion but for the whole time Omkara's eyes were fixed on the way Gauri looked at him while Anika helped her to get up. She was still crying, he was still angry but both of them promised each other that they would stay strong ... while there were tears in her eyes ... anger in his.