EPISODE TWO
Squint.Blink.Squint.Blink.
What if her muscles were tired she had to open her eyes ... It was time to wake up for her ... Damn her biological clock ... She looked aside to find her Now-Husband asleep and relaxed. The way her hand covered her stomach She felt affectionate in his arms. And with the way the drape of her Saree had become lose and almost undone ... She could directly feel the warmth of his hand ... She wanted to snuggle with him. She liked the way he held her ... She liked how her head was on his chest and she was breathing in the same rhythm that he was breathing. She wanted to hold his hand like the way he did. She would like to stay there long enough so that their awkwardness goes away. She wanted him to feel her give into the moment that he does not feel the need to ask himself if this is too intimate.
She wanted him to make a joke after a few moments of peace, one of those jokes that isn't funny because of its sharp wit, but funny because it could be comment on their current state, something that he can say to make both of them ease further into the bubble of each other that they are currently floating in. He could say something about how She is as pale as the sheets, or how the lady in his painting is staring at them from the corner of the room, or how the empty glass of milk is sad because Rudra drank it instead of him. And they will laugh together. Not the laugh that they shared when they met for lunch the very first time . Not the laugh that comes when Choti maa does not realize how cute her Oh-My-Mata can be. Not the laugh that he can force when Rudra and Prinku try to become stand up comedians. This will be the laugh that he saved just for her, the one that is vulnerable and soft and sweet, because that's how he would feeling towards her right now. He will not think about work, he will not think about the n number of guests or he will not think how tired he is ... He will soak the 'right now' of this up, because she is with him in his arms and it is their moment.
She would like him to play with her hair. Not just a pat with a flat hand, she wants him to put his fingers under her hair, on her scalp, and then run them through her hair feeling the cascade. She wants him to wrap both of his arms around her and give her a long, tight squeeze, the kind where in the last second, she needs to inhale but she can't. Then she would like him to close his eyes, so she can prop herself over his face and study his features freely without him looking back at her. She wants to kiss his jaw line... Her favorite feature of his face, fondle his earlobes, sweep her cheek against hers. She wants to stroke the slope of his nose and his eyelids and admire the eyelashes.
She would like him to run his thumb over her lips. Cup her face with both of his hands. And she wants him to kiss her. This will be a kiss that liquefies from light to deep and then back to light. A seemingly endless kiss that doesn't lead to anything else. It doesn't need to. They will simply share such a kiss to feel the warmth that it brings on its own. Then she wants him to roll her over. Lie on top of her and hold their arms over her head so that she can feel all of his weight, strong and heavy and masculine.
She wants him to start at the beginning and do it again. Her composure began to melt in his frame and she closed her eyes ... She held his hand resting on her exposed stomach ... Then chose not to remove it from where it was. Sleeping in saree felt a little comfort now.
Omkara woke up after a few minutes when the alarm in his mobile phone vibrated ... About to wake up, he felt how his pretty miniature of a wife was serenely sleeping having a hold of him. He liked such a morning ... He was happy. A small smile is making her look cute while all her hair are tossled and her nostrils are flaring slightly in a slow breathing pattern. Carefully he placed her head on the pillow and slid out of the duvet to go to the bathroom.
Gauri woke up and lazily stretched her arms leaning against the head rest. She was tired, her body was still aching and exhausted but now she had to get out of bed to meet and greet the members of her new family. She cribbed, then held his pillow and tugged it tight to herself inhaling the smell of his hair. What followed was a treat for her senses when she heard the door of the bathroom click open... The mildewed smell of his soap, pure male ...
He turned around. She sucked in a sharp breath as his shirtless torso was exposed to her. Gawking wouldn't quite describe her state. She was shocked, stunned, flabbergasted, amazed, wonderstruck, mesmerized by his physique all at the same time . It was like nothing she had ever seen before. His body was drool-worthy. He had a chiseled chest and the skin on it was glowing healthily. His abdominals were sculpted to perfection... his six-packs pop as if he has himself taken all the sweet time to carve them with the appropriate tools, instantly giving off the impression that he came out of a Calvin Klein shoot. His biceps were the size of her head that she knew yet lean and his triceps really rare ones, indeed like diamonds and completing his masterpiece of a bodice, his shoulders, round and protruding, give his whole look a new flavor. She wanted to extend her hands and touch him, but she also did not want to creep him out. Look at me, notice me, know me, LOVE me ... Do everything every way a husband does to his wife she kept begging him mentally, hoping that it shows in her eyes and that he would be able to decipher her feelings.
"Wear the blue one." She said still yawning when he was trying to pick a shirt.
"Wake up drowsy head! Its your first day in sasural ... Your jethani must be already busy planning to bad mouth you because now you are also a bahu ..." Omkara comically modulated the threat in the most cringy daily soap manner and Gauri's jaw dropped ... Her husband is such a draamebaaz ...
"Oh no ... Now she will use more detergent to wash clothes and blame me, she will plan to cut my hair because I have longer hair ... She will have a mystery box!" Imititating Omkara ... Gauri sprang out of bed and they both shared a hearty laugh.
"Now she will put extra salt and chilly powder in your pehli rasoi!" Omkara added to their conversation but the expression on Gauri's face changed.
"There are so many people in this house ... I am not used to living with so many people ... Will they like me? Will they like the food I prepare? I don't know what and how they prefer to eat ... And how am I going to cook for so many people?" Gauri was worried and anxious and nervous too.
"Hey ... Don't worry, this whole ritual is to welcome you in this house ... You can do whatever you feel right." His words had a calming effect on her and the way he carresed her cheek just made the morning better.
"And you Mr. Stop being such a drama queen in the name of Anika bhabhi ... She is a sweet heart. And once I tell her about how her dear Zulfi devar was describing her ... It will rain chiknis and chamelis!" Gauri warned him as she brisked towards the wardrobe.
"The women have already ganged up ... I see." He mischievously grinned to catch hold of her but she pulled out a towel and ran into the bathroom.
In less than two minutes she came screaming straight into his arms ... Omkara got scared. Is she okay? What has gotten into her? What's wrong with the bathroom.
"Gauri ... What happened ... Are you hurt?" He asked holding her tight and rubbing her back gently.
"There ... There ... There is a lizard ... A big fat lizard on the wall... I am scared ... I hate lizards!" She sniffed into his chest but he was feeling so so weird.
"Nothing will happen to you Gauri go freshen up. That little thing is not going to eat you up. GO!" Omkara said separating her from himself but she did not leave his hand ... And he had to walk her to the bathroom.
"I go inside ... You sure right?" She asked him.
"You want me to come in and bathe you?" Omkara reacted only to realize what he had just said. She jerked his hand and their faces turned some shade of pink.
He cared to spare some attention from his charcoaled sketchbook to his wife who was singing something stepping out of the bathroom and he was delighted to see what he just saw. Nothing but just a towel tucked on her chest was trying to cover her till the thigh ... An unintentional grin appeared on his face ... She looked clean, soft and fresh smelling like him. The way droplets of water trickled down her body and hair to drip on the floor made him gulp.Her face narrowed and her lips cracked into a small frown while he noticed how small but full a woman she is. The way her hand held the tuck of her towel on her chest did not help him either. Her feet fixed on the floor seeing him watch her. He is there in the room! Of course it was his room ...
"I need to unpack some stuff." She said to him in a nervous tone.
Finally feeling awkward he chose to walk out of the room leaving her alone for some time with a minute panic attack. She felt so self conscious.
Within a few minutes he peeped into the room and saw her adjusting the pleats of her saree. He entered the room to have a look at her ... He was quite excited to see what she was wearing. A plain royal blue saree and the backless blouse having embroidered floral motifs was such a treat. He could see some beads of water on her bare back and her still damp hair secured in a clip. Everything simple was meant to be for him ... He was more confident now. She looked at the manifestation in the mirror and turned to smile at him ... A shy kind of smile.
Her lashes now cast down on the carpet again looked at him when he said her name . Really looked up at him as if just noticing him for the first time. She noticed the way his eyebrows raised a centimetre or two, lined with something between care and concern and his eyes, his eyes twinkled in amusement as if he knew something she didn't. They glazed like honey and turned into million shades of gold as sunlight from the windows reflected off them. His eyes were like melted chocolate. Warm and oh so addictive. ...
"May I?" He asked politely taking the dibbi of sindoor from her hand breaking her trance.
And she could feel her parted forehead adorned the newly wedded bride's rightful red. She closed her eyes praying to her Shankarji ... Thanking him for sending someone so kind, so trustworthy, so genuine and additively so handsome as Omkara ... She knew life had changed for the better. She had to open her eyes when he held her face with a different kind of grip and his thumb caressed her cheek bone. Could she be happier?
"Please help me with this also." She said offering him her mangalsutra ... He looked at it and bent to open one of the drawers of the dressing table giving her a small box. Surprisingly in which there was a delicate mangalsutra something different from what he made her wear in the ceremony yesterday. Little diamonds studded in carved gold.
"I thought the one you had yesterday ... Was quite heavy ... So ... This is something you can wear regularly." He scratched his brow not understanding her expressions ... She wanted to jump, she wanted to dance, she even wanted to cry ... He is so thoughtful and so so romantic. A man who had happily accepted her in matrimony.
"You got this for me?" She asked with child like excitement.
"I made this for you." He said with the artsy confidence ...
She kept looking into his eyes as he stepped forward and kept her bunch of hair on her left shoulder to bend and hook the sacred beads of ritual ... The fabric of his shirt now twisted in her fingers ... She smiled leaning into him.
Edited by _PrincessPooru_ - 8 years ago
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