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This is a first attempt at a RIKARA story...hope you like it. Haven't had time to proof read so please forgive any errors or typos...enjoy!
Part 1.
Omkara was livid!
He hated Tej, his father whose behaviour tonight towards Janvi, especially in the presence of outsiders had been atrocious. Om felt disgusted that he was the son of a man like Tej! And despite his rash engagement with Svetlana to put a stop to his father's affair, Omkara felt helpless.
Striding angrily to his room he banged shut the doors in a futile attempt to isolate himself from the world.
His heart ached with hurt at the humiliation his mother had to endure. At his own humiliation. Then at Gauri's humiliation at the hands of the villagers.
At the thought of Gauri, Omkara froze. The name had materialised in his mind subconsciously. It had begun to rear its head quiet frequently now, when he least expected it, to taunt him. To remind him, that he too had mistreated a woman. Manhandled her and left her at the mercy of this cruel world.
But she had deserved it, he reasoned with himself. She was from the "Svetlana" breed of woman. A woman who broke homes and stole men for her own selfish gains.
But was she? She had denied it vehemently. Was she really that kind of woman or was she a victim of society like so many lower class girls were, he found himself justify. Have I wronged her as my father is wronging my mother? He grunted in frustration and confusion at his train of thoughts at a critical time like this. But Omkara was a just man and the more he thought of Gauri, doubt began to seep into his heart. He decided that once things settled at home he would get to the bottom of the matter.
Omkara's thoughts were interrupted as the bedroom door creak open. It was Chulbul, nervously fidgeting at the door.
"Omkaraji, wo main...kahan sona hai maine?"
"Haan, yaahan sofa pay so jao" Omkara lifted his arm to point towards the window where the luxurious chaise was placed. But the action caused a sharp pain to pierce through his shoulders and down his back. "Aawwe" he moaned involuntarily.
Chulbul looked sharply towards Omkara to see what had happened.
"Kay huwa, aap ko?"
"Nahi...kuch nahi..." Gauri's face appeared in Omkara's mind again. His blood in her maang, a dramatic contrast to her stark white forehead, her almond shaped eyes, closed, her heaving chest rising and falling rapidly due to the exertion of running from Takkurs men. Her petite form, which would fit so well if, when they made love.
Omkara was shocked at his thoughts. Giving himself a mental shake he wondered what had come over him? He had never felt like this about any woman before. Why was Gauri effecting him so much, especially when he didn't want to have anything to do with her. And even more so when the damn woman wasn't even there!
Another sharp spasm reminded him of his pain as well as how he had acquired the wound while fighting off the goons to save her.
"Aap teek ho?" Chulbul ventured forward, wanting to help in any way.
"Haan? Nahi kuch nahi, just a small wound. Actually Chulbul please can you come here first. I need some help"
Gauri who was already extremely nervous at having to sleep in Omkaras room, hesitated. She couldn't believe how fate had bought her straight into the place she had vowed never to come. But tonight's events had turned from completely bizarre with the mice, to absolutely unbelievable with her now having to sleep in her husband, Omkara's room. If only he knew it was really her, Gauri, not "Chulbul". How Shivji had orchestrated these events was beyond her understanding.
"Aawe" Omkaras suppressed groan bought Gauri back to the present. She wanted to help him but feared him finding out who she really was. Keeping her distance she enquired, "Jee Omkaraji?"
"Mere paas aao, mujhay madad chaheye" Omkara said as he sat on the bed and began unbuttoning his kurta.
"Jee??" Gauri couldn't help the shriek that escaped her mouth as she saw Omkara unbutton his kurta.
"O yaar, yeh first aid box main bandage aur antiseptic cream hain. Yeh mujhay laga do. I can't reach behind" As he spoke he swiftly lifted the kurta and took it off. Throwing the shirt onto a chair he turned his back to Gauri and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Chulbul, yaar hurry and put the bandage on so I can get some relief"
Unbeknown to Omkara, Gauri could only stand rooted to the spot as she stared open eyed at the specimen of male perfection, sitting in front of her. She started hyperventilating as her eyes swept unabashedly over the taut ripples of Omkaras abs and creamy skin. She had never seen a man naked before and felt shocked at the tirade of emotions beginning to swirl inside her, especially the undeniable urge to run her fingers over the smooth expanse.
But when she saw the wound which was bleeding, at the base of Omkaras neck, her heart lurched into her throat. She felt as if she was feeling his pain and remembered how he had hurt himself while trying to shield her. Pushing her lusty thoughts aside she quickly looked around to locate the first aid box so she could help Omkara.
Having witnessed the diabolical events of tonight, Gauri understood one thing. Omkara was a loyal and honourable young man. The way he had saved her back in the village and how he was standing up for his mother now, showed the respect he had for women. She was also beginning to understand the anguish and anger she saw in his eyes. With all the upheaval in his family life no wonder he had so much pent up anger.
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Gauri didn't lay any claim over him, as his wife. He had told her plainly why he had conducted the marriage. So she knew where she stood with him. However, she, believed in the marriage wholeheartedly and decided she would perform her duties quietly from afar without expecting anything in return.
"Chulbul?"
"Jee? Jee main aai...I mean aaya! Mil gaya first aid box!"
"Haan jaldi jaldi lagao...bohat dard hai"
It looked as if shivji had ben listening to Gauris innermost desires personally today, because as soon she had squeezed the antiseptic onto her fingers, she realised that to apply the ointment she would need to touch him. This realisation sent a sweet shiver over Gauri and her hand began to shake.
Meanwhile, Omkara wondered what the delay was. He was exhausted and tired and wanted to rest. But Chulbul was hesitating like a girl.
"Chulbul jaldi kar yaar!"
"Jee, Jee!" Gauri gathered up her courage and closing her eyes reached out to dress the wound.
As soon as their skin made contact however, Omkara felt a jolt of electricity pass through him. It shook him to the core. Both he and 'Chulbul' leapt off the bed in shock. Gauri could only stare at Omkaras naked, toned chest which was now in front of her face while Omkara confusedly looked at chulbul.
"Ahh!"
"Kya huwa Omkaraji?"
"Ku..kuch nahi bas, shock, nahi static ho ga"
"Hain? Kya ho ga?"
"Erm...Tumay bhi kuch shock type laga?"
"Ji? Nahi to"
"Acha? Phir tum bed say kyun utray?"
"Mainy socha shahid aap ko aur dard huwa, is liye dar gaya tha"
Omkara gave chulbul a dubious look and slowly sat back down on the bed. Maybe the pain was messing with his head, he resigned.
"Acha...challo lagao jaldi se"
This time Gauri extended her hand more confidently, concentrating on diminishing Omkara's pain and managed to dress the wound securely.
Unknown to her however Omkara had been enduring something other than pain. Chulbul's quick yet delicate moves had continued to give him static. Every time Chulbul accidentally touched him, to wrap the bandage around him, to move his hair to the side or blew over the injury, he had experienced butterflies in his stomach. The unintentional contact had stirred a raging fire within him, which was beyond Omkara's comprehension. He couldn't understand what was happening to him? Was he really gay as Rudra kept hinting and joking? But that was ridiculous, he though. He had had girlfriends before, whom he had enjoyed intimacy with so why was he feeling like this towards this young boy.
"Ho gaya! Ab kesa feel kar rahay hain omkaraji?"
"Kuch teek nahi feel kar raha..." Omkara trailed off absent minded.
"Jee? Kyun kuch aur karoon main?"
Chulbuls chirpy voice bought Omkara to his senses.
"Nahi, thanks. Bas tum so jao ab. Bohat raat ho gayi hai"
"Jee...teek hai, Omkaraji"
Omkara thought it best to get some distance between him and Chulbul as soon as possible and put his confused thoughts to rest. Presently they both settled onto their respective resting places, Gauri/Chulbul falling asleep straight away and Omkara into a restless slumber
To be continued...
This is a first attempt at a RIKARA story...hope you like it. Haven't had time to proof read so please forgive any errors or typos...enjoy!
Part 1.
Omkara was livid!
He hated Tej, his father whose behaviour tonight towards Janvi, especially in the presence of outsiders had been atrocious. Om felt disgusted that he was the son of a man like Tej! And despite his rash engagement with Svetlana to put a stop to his father's affair, Omkara felt helpless.
Striding angrily to his room he banged shut the doors in a futile attempt to isolate himself from the world.
His heart ached with hurt at the humiliation his mother had to endure. At his own humiliation. Then at Gauri's humiliation at the hands of the villagers.
At the thought of Gauri, Omkara froze. The name had materialised in his mind subconsciously. It had begun to rear its head quiet frequently now, when he least expected it, to taunt him. To remind him, that he too had mistreated a woman. Manhandled her and left her at the mercy of this cruel world.
But she had deserved it, he reasoned with himself. She was from the "Svetlana" breed of woman. A woman who broke homes and stole men for her own selfish gains.
But was she? She had denied it vehemently. Was she really that kind of woman or was she a victim of society like so many lower class girls were, he found himself justify. Have I wronged her as my father is wronging my mother? He grunted in frustration and confusion at his train of thoughts at a critical time like this. But Omkara was a just man and the more he thought of Gauri, doubt began to seep into his heart. He decided that once things settled at home he would get to the bottom of the matter.
Omkara's thoughts were interrupted as the bedroom door creak open. It was Chulbul, nervously fidgeting at the door.
"Omkaraji, wo main...kahan sona hai maine?"
"Haan, yaahan sofa pay so jao" Omkara lifted his arm to point towards the window where the luxurious chaise was placed. But the action caused a sharp pain to pierce through his shoulders and down his back. "Aawwe" he moaned involuntarily.
Chulbul looked sharply towards Omkara to see what had happened.
"Kay huwa, aap ko?"
"Nahi...kuch nahi..." Gauri's face appeared in Omkara's mind again. His blood in her maang, a dramatic contrast to her stark white forehead, her almond shaped eyes, closed, her heaving chest rising and falling rapidly due to the exertion of running from Takkurs men. Her petite form, which would fit so well if, when they made love.
Omkara was shocked at his thoughts. Giving himself a mental shake he wondered what had come over him? He had never felt like this about any woman before. Why was Gauri effecting him so much, especially when he didn't want to have anything to do with her. And even more so when the damn woman wasn't even there!
Another sharp spasm reminded him of his pain as well as how he had acquired the wound while fighting off the goons to save her.
"Aap teek ho?" Chulbul ventured forward, wanting to help in any way.
"Haan? Nahi kuch nahi, just a small wound. Actually Chulbul please can you come here first. I need some help"
Gauri who was already extremely nervous at having to sleep in Omkaras room, hesitated. She couldn't believe how fate had bought her straight into the place she had vowed never to come. But tonight's events had turned from completely bizarre with the mice, to absolutely unbelievable with her now having to sleep in her husband, Omkara's room. If only he knew it was really her, Gauri, not "Chulbul". How Shivji had orchestrated these events was beyond her understanding.
"Aawe" Omkaras suppressed groan bought Gauri back to the present. She wanted to help him but feared him finding out who she really was. Keeping her distance she enquired, "Jee Omkaraji?"
"Mere paas aao, mujhay madad chaheye" Omkara said as he sat on the bed and began unbuttoning his kurta.
"Jee??" Gauri couldn't help the shriek that escaped her mouth as she saw Omkara unbutton his kurta.
"O yaar, yeh first aid box main bandage aur antiseptic cream hain. Yeh mujhay laga do. I can't reach behind" As he spoke he swiftly lifted the kurta and took it off. Throwing the shirt onto a chair he turned his back to Gauri and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Chulbul, yaar hurry and put the bandage on so I can get some relief"
Unbeknown to Omkara, Gauri could only stand rooted to the spot as she stared open eyed at the specimen of male perfection, sitting in front of her. She started hyperventilating as her eyes swept unabashedly over the taut ripples of Omkaras abs and creamy skin. She had never seen a man naked before and felt shocked at the tirade of emotions beginning to swirl inside her, especially the undeniable urge to run her fingers over the smooth expanse.
But when she saw the wound which was bleeding, at the base of Omkaras neck, her heart lurched into her throat. She felt as if she was feeling his pain and remembered how he had hurt himself while trying to shield her. Pushing her lusty thoughts aside she quickly looked around to locate the first aid box so she could help Omkara.
Having witnessed the diabolical events of tonight, Gauri understood one thing. Omkara was a loyal and honourable young man. The way he had saved her back in the village and how he was standing up for his mother now, showed the respect he had for women. She was also beginning to understand the anguish and anger she saw in his eyes. With all the upheaval in his family life no wonder he had so much pent up anger.
Iu
Gauri didn't lay any claim over him, as his wife. He had told her plainly why he had conducted the marriage. So she knew where she stood with him. However, she, believed in the marriage wholeheartedly and decided she would perform her duties quietly from afar without expecting anything in return.
"Chulbul?"
"Jee? Jee main aai...I mean aaya! Mil gaya first aid box!"
"Haan jaldi jaldi lagao...bohat dard hai"
It looked as if shivji had ben listening to Gauris innermost desires personally today, because as soon she had squeezed the antiseptic onto her fingers, she realised that to apply the ointment she would need to touch him. This realisation sent a sweet shiver over Gauri and her hand began to shake.
Meanwhile, Omkara wondered what the delay was. He was exhausted and tired and wanted to rest. But Chulbul was hesitating like a girl.
"Chulbul jaldi kar yaar!"
"Jee, Jee!" Gauri gathered up her courage and closing her eyes reached out to dress the wound.
As soon as their skin made contact however, Omkara felt a jolt of electricity pass through him. It shook him to the core. Both he and 'Chulbul' leapt off the bed in shock. Gauri could only stare at Omkaras naked, toned chest which was now in front of her face while Omkara confusedly looked at chulbul.
"Ahh!"
"Kya huwa Omkaraji?"
"Ku..kuch nahi bas, shock, nahi static ho ga"
"Hain? Kya ho ga?"
"Erm...Tumay bhi kuch shock type laga?"
"Ji? Nahi to"
"Acha? Phir tum bed say kyun utray?"
"Mainy socha shahid aap ko aur dard huwa, is liye dar gaya tha"
Omkara gave chulbul a dubious look and slowly sat back down on the bed. Maybe the pain was messing with his head, he resigned.
"Acha...challo lagao jaldi se"
This time Gauri extended her hand more confidently, concentrating on diminishing Omkara's pain and managed to dress the wound securely.
Unknown to her however Omkara had been enduring something other than pain. Chulbul's quick yet delicate moves had continued to give him static. Every time Chulbul accidentally touched him, to wrap the bandage around him, to move his hair to the side or blew over the injury, he had experienced butterflies in his stomach. The unintentional contact had stirred a raging fire within him, which was beyond Omkara's comprehension. He couldn't understand what was happening to him? Was he really gay as Rudra kept hinting and joking? But that was ridiculous, he though. He had had girlfriends before, whom he had enjoyed intimacy with so why was he feeling like this towards this young boy.
"Ho gaya! Ab kesa feel kar rahay hain omkaraji?"
"Kuch teek nahi feel kar raha..." Omkara trailed off absent minded.
"Jee? Kyun kuch aur karoon main?"
Chulbuls chirpy voice bought Omkara to his senses.
"Nahi, thanks. Bas tum so jao ab. Bohat raat ho gayi hai"
"Jee...teek hai, Omkaraji"
Omkara thought it best to get some distance between him and Chulbul as soon as possible and put his confused thoughts to rest. Presently they both settled onto their respective resting places, Gauri/Chulbul falling asleep straight away and Omkara into a restless slumber
To be continued...
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