Rikara SS- Hey Beautifull - Page 2

Om took Gauri to the corner and hugged her as if his life depended on it. It was not just a hug but a message conveying his love his possessiveness and the promise of never letting her go or let any harm befall her till he was alive.

Gauri enjoyed this for sure but she was a bit confused. It was no new news that Gauri Kumari Sharma... oops Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi was being tightly hugged by her husband betraying the eyes of the rest of the family. But this was somehow awkward to her for this particular time. Still she reciprocated the hug.

After long five minutes Om pulled out and asked her 'Tum thik ho?' Gauri was taken aback. This was the last question she expected of her husband when he very well knew that she was ummm... "angry" with him.

'Humme ka hoga?? Hum toh bilkul thik hai Omkaraji. Aap aisa kahe pooch rahe hai?'

'Nahi woh aadmi tumhe ch...' Gauri smirked. So jealous Omkara,huh? This would be fun.

'Woh aadmi kya, Omkaraji?' asked Gauri as innocently possible trying hard to hide her smirk.

But Om was no less. He wondered why did people forget that he was, at the end of the day, an artist and it was very difficult to escape the hawk-like eyes of an artist. And on top of that he was an Oberoi. He noticed the smirk on Gauri's lips and understood her game plan.

'N-n-nahi kuch nahi ...' he fumbled.

'Kya kuch nahi Omkaraji. Bataiye na..' pouted Gauri. Om mentally scolded Gauri for pouting like that. He knew he was losing control and would in no time kiss her senseless. But he restrained himself.

'Nahi kuch nahi. Don't worry.' he shrugged.

Now this was enough for Gauri. She wanted to see the jealous OSO and whether jealous OSO did really rock or not. But this man caging her in his arms was just in one word IMPOSSIBLE.

Gauri pushed Om's hands and gritted her teeth. 'Chodiye humme. Aap humse bilkul pyaar nahi karte.'

Om chuckled. He realised his wife's desperation but decided to tease her a bit.

'Hey Shankerji. Meri biwi ko lagta hai main isse pyaar nahi karta. Haye main kya karu? Rasta dikhaiye apne iss chirote ko.'

Gauri was now furious. 'Samajhte kya aap kudko? Natak kar rahe ha. Aur Shankerji sirf apni iss chiraiya ki baat manege hai. Aap kitne sharmii aaple hai. Aapse achche toh hum hai. Sharmile chirote.' she huffed.

Gauri was about to leave when she felt tug in her right hand. Om twisted her hand and pulled her closer causing her back to slam against his chest.

Gauri's breath hitched as Om went near her ear and inhaled deeply. He whispered 'Agar tumhe yeh sharmila chirota passand nahi toh tum kaho toh aaj abhi aur issi waqt tod dete hai sharam ki sari deware?'

Gauri did not expect this at all. Her stomach grew hollow and her chest thrusted out as Om gently slid his manly artistic fingers on her belly finding his way to her navel. Om drew circles round her navel and Gauri shut her eyes tight taking in the sensations.

'Kya hua? Jawab nahi diya,hmm' whispered Om.

'Uh-uh-mmm' moaned Gauri.

Om quickly pulled her behind a pillar and pushed her at it. Before Gauri could protest (not that she wanted to) Om put both his hands on either side of her and pressed her body with his. Gauri gasped and Om quickly pecked her forehead causing Gauri to blush.

Om looked in her eyes and Gauri shyly noded. Om bent lower and brushed his lips with hers. He very carefully took Gauri's lips in hers and kissed it slowly but passionately.

This kiss got deeper and Om slowly slid his one hand on her waist and the other to her neck to angle it for a better access. Gauri's hands rested on her husband's taut chest. Om slowly undid the hooks of her blouse.

Suddenly giggles were heard and the lovebirds separated. The giggles died down and two maids were seen shushing each other. They looked at Om and Gauri and a feeling of fear and excitement ran through them.

'H-hum-humme jana chahiye..' Gauri ran from there before anything could happen leaving Om alone. Om looked either side and then pretended as if nothing happened.

'Party mein sabka kheyal rakhiye and see that they don't have any problem.' said Om

'Okay sir.' The maids said simultaneously. Om took this opportunity and quickly ran in the direction his wife went. But he could still hear the giggles of the two maids. He hoped that this news won't pass on and he and wife will not become the new gossip among the servants. But he knew this was nearly impossible.

Om went quite a distance but could not find Gauri.

'Lagta hai woh party mein chali gayi.' Om concluded. He was about to head towards the party when he was stopped by a meek voice.

'Omkaraji.' meekly voiced Gauri. Om looked here and there but not at Gauri. 'Omkaraji eedhar hai hum.' she again voiced.

This time Om turned in her direction and found a strange yet an appealing sight. His wife standing behind a pillar was voicing him. Om went near her and Gauri quickly pulled him.

'Omkaraji humme aapki madad chahiye.' said Gauri.

'Pillar ke piche mein tumhe sab tarah ki help karunga.' smirked Om.

'Uff. Hey Shankerji. Aapka kuch nahi ho sakta.'

'Thik hai toh mein jau??'

'Areeh nahi nahi. Suniye na' Gauri turned and pointed at her back 'Zara ee bandh dijiye na plzz.'

Om smirked at her humble request and decide to play with her.

'Thik hai. Par ek sharth hai.'

'Ka sharth? Aaphi ne toh yeh khola tha.' Gauri blushed while saying.

'Haan mein bandhunga par ek condition hai. Woh yeh ki mai tumhe kiss karunga. Abhi.'

'A-a-aise kaise kiss karenga aap?

'Thik hai tumhari blouse tumhari marzi.' Om tried to move.

'Achcha thik hai.' surrendered Gauri.

Om came close to her and latched his mouth with hers. He turned again to face her back. He pushed the open blouse a bit down and kissed her shoulder.

'Ommm' moaned Gauri.

Om with his skilful manly hands did the hooks of her blouse.

'Lo hogaya.' he said and placed a kiss on her forehead. Gauri returned the favour by kissing his cheek.

Suddenly Gauri's phone rang.

'Haan boujhai boliye.'

'Gauri kaha hai tu? Cake katne ka waqt ho gaya hai. Bas tu aur Om jaldi se aaja.' said Anika from the other side of the phone.

'Haan bhoujai.' said Gauri.

Om understood the conversation and when it ended he took Gauri's hand and the two headed toward the party.

Om and Gauri reached the hall hand in hand totally engrossed in each other.

'Where were you guys? Kabse hum wait kar rahe the.' enquired Shivay.

'Woh Shivay h-h-hum toh...' fumbled Omkara.

'Woh bade bhaiya hum..woh Omkaraji ko kamreme kuch kam tha aur isiliye hum...' said Gauri.

'... aur isiliye O k sathe aap bhi kamreme...' completed Rudra. 'Uahhh! Kahi aap dono kamreme...' Rudra gasped joined by Anika. Om and Gauri turned red which was followed by a 'Shut up,Rudra.' by Om.

Rudra made a puppy face.

'Achcha chalo chalo cake katte hai.' said Anika.

'Haan haan.' said Shivay.

Rudra and Bhavya moved to the stage and cut the cake admits a clapping pack of guests and family members. Rudra fed his bhaiyas and bhabhis cake followed by Dadi and the senior Oberois. After that it was time for a Dil Bole Oberoi moment.

Amidst all this happiness and fun, Gauri was lost in her thoughts. She missed her dad although she did not enjoy much of his love and then she found a fatherly figure in Tej which was also lost due to partly her mistakes and partly because like always she was again misunderstood.

Om noticed Gauri lost and decided to bring back his bubbly dabangg wife back. He swept a bit of cream from the chocolate cake that was cut by his brother and his wife, unknown to the eyes of the other family members. He went to Gauri and gently applied the cream on her back,thanks to the almost backless blouse. He again had the urge to undo the hooks of her blouse, his hormones giving consent to his thought. But he controlled as Gauri turned towards him.

This always happened with Gauri. Even if she was lost somewhere deep in her own world or was adamant not to talk to her husband which hardly happened, his touch would make her go week in the knees and butterflies would be fluttering in her stomach and she would be able to feel the moisture between her legs.

Gauri turned at Om's touch and saw him looking at her deeply. She gestured her question to him with her so expressive eyes.

'Woh tumhare' he forwarded a hand and to her shoulder 'tumhare piche cream laga hai. Lao mein saaf kar deta hoon.'

Gauri noded in yes and turned her back to him. He smirked. Huh,my plan worked. Best of luck,Gauri,thought Om.

She was waiting for Om to wipe off the cream when she suddenly felt something wet. She shivered when she realised that Om was not wiping off the cream but licking it off her back. He placed wet kisses on her back and licked it slowly.

She shivered and tightly bit her lower lip to suppress a moan. Om controlled himself when he realised that soon everybody's eyes will fall on them as Gauri could let out moan anytime.

He turned Gauri towards him and mumbled the three magical words and then went to join his brothers leaving her all flushed.

Gauri was joined by Anika and Bhavya whose passed teasing glances and comments in Gauri's ears causing her to go red. One who did not know her would surely get confused whether she was the second OBahu Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi or a human-tomato.

The Oberois clicked family and couple photos and soon the party eneded.

The senior Oberois were tired and they along with Dadi went to their respected rooms leaving the tired yet happy young Oberoi clan in the hall.

The six of them sat in the hall and were chatting on Ruvya's honeymoon destination.

'Meri mano toh best hai Switzerland.' said Rudra.

'Areeh nahi nahi Switzerland nahi.' disapproved Bhavya.

'Haan sahi kaha Bhavya ne. Not Switzerland.' said Shivay.

'Kyun na tum dono Singapore chale jao?' suggested Anika. Bhavya looked happy while Rudra was not convinced. This was noticed by Om.

'Or maybe States?' suggested Om. Gauri did not say a thing since she hardly heard the names of these places.

But she did not feel left out. One thing she realised during her stay in Oberoi mansion that it's not bad to know less. What is bad is having no eagerness to learn more. And she was always eager to know the unknown.

'Or what about London?' asked Shivay. The moment Shivay suggested London Om's face turned into a frown. Although the four of them busy discussing destinations did not notice it, Gauri saw Om's facial expressions change.

But she wondered why.

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The next morning Om was the first one to wake up to see his naked wife curled up in his arms like a little girl. Her face was a serene sight-so innocent,so pure yet so beautiful. Om caressed her waist and kissed her nose. Gauri blinked a little and opened her eyes to see her husband staring lovingly at her.

'Good morning, Omkaraji.' said Gauri.

'Good morning, meri jaan.' Om kissed her forehead. 'Tum ab thik hona?'

'Ji,aap fikar maat kijiye.'smiked Gauri. 'Jaliye jaiye aur naha lijiye. Aapko kaam pe bhi toh jaana hai.'

'Nahi mujhe abhi kuch der aur sona hai. Waise agar mujhe kaam pe bhejne ka itna sauk hai toh Mrs. Omkara hum kaam abhi issi waqt kar sakte hai.' Om smirked.

'Cheee! Aap bhi na... kaise kaise baatein karte hai subha subha.' blushed Gauri.

'Baatein karna agar pasand nahi toh kyun na hum sidhe kam pe lag jate hai?' Om said raising an eyebrow.

'Aa-a-aap na Omkaraji d-dekhiye, aap... aap' fumbled Gauri. Om sighed.

'Dekhna hi toh chahata hu tumne par yeh duvet kaha mujhe tumhe dekhne de raha hai ?' smirked Om. He tried to pull off the duvet from Gauri's body but got slapped on his approaching hand.

'Chee! Aap na bade besharam chirote hai. Kya subha subha itni besharmi kar rahe hai...' blushed Gauri.

'Haye meri tamatar.' smiled Om. 'Waise agar biwi itni sharmili ho toh mujhe toh besharam banna hi parega na?' reasoned Om.

'Kya filmy line maar rahe hai. Aur hum na sharmate nahi hai aur nahi kisise darte hai. Hum dabangg Gauri hai.' Gauri smiled big.

'Woh toh dikh raha hai meri tamatar. Waise meri pyaar begum, aapko nahi lagta ki yeh duvet meri ankho aur tumhare sundar sarir ke beech mein dewar banke khada hai?' Om extended his hand on the duvet. 'Toh kyuna iss dewar ko hata de...' and he pulled the duvet off Gauri's body.

Gauri feeling shy closed her eyes while Om was busy admiring her proportions. Her body was beautiful. She had perfect mounds with chocolate brown crests, a hollow flat stomach with a beautiful navel made only for his fingers to dig in. The area between her thighs was milky white, cleanly shaved made only for his tongue to taste.

Om lowers his head and kissed her deep. Gauri put her hands on his back while his hand found way to her right boob. He massaged it slowly all the while kissing her. His mouth shifted to her breasts while his hands travelled to her core. He plunged his finger knuckles deep inside her honey pot, making love to her with his finger.

He pulled out his finger and looked in her eyes. Never ever had anyone looked at him with eyes so filled with love. He kissed her again and rolled over so that Gauri rested on top of him. Gauri caressed his face and kissed his forehead and then left for the bathroom leaving Om grinning to himself.

When Gauri came out of the bathroom when was again in deep sleep. She went near her and ruffled his hair before calling out.

'Omkaraji,aap abhi tak so rahe hai?? Chaliye uthiye... aapko kaam pe bhi toh jaane hai.'

Om blinked his eyes open to realise that whatever happened between them was nothing but a sweet dream. He stared at her face for some time and Gauri gestured her question through her expressive eyes.

'Gauri ek baat puchu? Kya tumhe lagta hai k subhe ka sapna sach hota hai?' asked Om.

'Pata hai. Par humme lagta hai k agar aap aapne sapne ko poore dilse hasil karna chahate hai toh raat ho ya din sapna jarur sach hoga.' smiled Gauri and sat on the beside beside Om.

'Achcha' said Om excited. ' Phir toh mein aapna sapna abhi sach karunga.' and caged Gauri in his arms.

'Achcha pehele ee toh bataiye k aapne kya sapna dekha??' asked Gauri. Om immediately told Gauri each and every detail of his dream sometimes adding a bit of his own imagination here and there causing Gauri to turn beet red.

After finishing narrating his story Om cupped Gauri's face and kissed her. But then the alarm clock rang in the shrillest voice it can and Gauri jumped off the bed.

'Hey Shankerji! Omkaraji jaldi kijiye aat baj gaye hai. Aap ko der ho rahi hai.' said Gauri alarmed.

'Sabhiko mere romance karne se problem hai.' murmered a frustrated Om. Grabbing the towel he went to the bathroom. Gauri started her puja.

After coming out of the bathroom Om got dressed and went downstairs. He knew Gauri was downstairs helping to set the breakfast table. His wife was one workaholic person.

The breakfast was quite a happy occasion without Pinky's taunts or Tej's bitter word or anything. The family was quite happy to eat together after such a long time of separation.

After the lunch got over Shivay called Om.

'Om, zara sun.'

'Haan bol Shivay.' replied Om. By this time Rudy came to his brothers.

'Rudy kehe raha hai kyuna hum teeno sathe mein jae. Hum tujhe on the way art gallery chor denge aur hum dono chale jayenge.'

'Haan O please.' requested Rudy.

'Thik hai. Bas do minute wait karna mein zara aapne paint brushes lekar aata hon.' said Om and left.

After some fifteen minutes Rikara's room was a sight to behold. Cushions scattered every where, wardrobe door open wide, dry paint bottles scattered all over and what not. And in the middle of this mess was the great artist Mr. Omkara Singh Oberoi on his knees frantically trying to search something.

He got up frustrated and went at the door of their bedroom. A maid was passing by.

'Shefali zara suniye.' Om called her.

'Ji sir.'

'Kya aapko pata hai k Gauri madam kaha hai?' asked Om.

'Main sure nahi hoon sir but I think Gauri madam kitchen mein hai. Mein unko bulau?' asked Shefali.

'Ji please unko batana k main unhe urgently bula raha hoon.'

'Ji sir.' The maid went and Om closed the door.

Kya hoga tera Om?? How could you forget k tune hi Gauri ko kitchen mein bheja tere liye mosambi ka juice lane ke kiye because tu uske haat ka bana juice passand karta hai..?, Om thought and mentally slapped himself.

He resumed being a search machine and again laid on the floor. After a few minutes sound of anklets were heard. Om lifted his head just as Gauri entered.

'Omkaraji kya haal bana diya jai kamre ka!' exclaimed Gauri.

'Gauri I can explain but please pehele tum mujhe help karo. Mujhe nahi wallet aur nahi mere paint brushes mil rahe and I'm already late.' Om almost cried. Gauri slapped her forehead seeing her husband.

'Aapka batua almari k drawer mein hai.' said Gauri. Om quickly went to the wardrobe and took out his wallet.

'Aur aapko yaad nahi pichli baar aapne aapke paint brushes aur colours art gallery mein rakh ke aye taki ghar se jaate waqt jaldbaazi mein aap oo bhul na jaye?' asked Gauri.

'Oh right. Thanks.' said Om and quickly hugged her. Taking her in his arms he whispered 'Pata nahi tumhare bina mein kya karunga.' He slowly kissed her.

Om was slowly taking the next step when he heard a familiar manly voice.

'Achcha toh humme niche wait karwake biwi se ishq laraya ja raja hai.' said Shivay.

'Haan bhaiya humara sant O kitna besharam hogaya hai.' added Rudra.

Gauri and Om turned red. Om quickly pecked Gauri's cheek and hurriedly left the room.

ShivRu hugged Gauri and followed Om.

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