Gauri Sharma woke up with a start when she heard the room door click open. Her eyes opened and adjusted to the morning brightness in the room, only to see Omkara Singh Oberoi's retreating back, as he walked out of the room in his business attire. She couldn't really make it out, but heard him say over the phone that he would be downstairs to sort the matter out himself. She wished to call out to him and by the time she did, he was gone already. Leaning against the headboard, she screwed her eyes shut while she held her throbbing head with both her hands. This severe ache would've been due to the drinks she had consumed last night.
And then, as the sheets slipped down her body, she blushed. She'd had some mind blowing sex with a Greek God like man, whose mere thought made her crave for more right now. She recalled all the events of the previous night, and her fingers caressed the dull aching cut on the edge of her lip; the very spot that Omkara had kissed, suckled and licked countless times last night in bed. Her mother would probably skin her alive if she were to know of what she'd done, but surprisingly, nothing felt wrong to Gauri. If anything, she believed that last night was meant to happen. She had lost her virginity to this man, yet like portrayed in those various romantic stories she'd read about before, Gauri had no regret. Neither was she going to behave like a shy damsel in front of him. She cherished every single moment, every caress, every kiss, every touch, every thrust, and every orgasm she shared with him last night.
She wished she had woken up before he did, only to watch him sleep peacefully, like she'd watched him last night when she'd woken up to quench her thirst with a glass of water. She'd watched him sleep like a little baby, without a care in the world. When he'd frowned about something, she had playfully ran her fingers on his brows and forehead, and his frown had immediately vanished, his lips has curved up in a smile while unconsciously pulling her closer to him, all in his sleep.
Presently, Gauri pushed the sheets aside, and the moment she sat up, she realised how sore she was. The several hickeys on her body had a tale of their own to tell. Sure, Omkara Oberoi was a gentleman when they had had sex the first time; but the second time when he'd woken her up with his lips on her neck and his fingers on her belly that gradually moved and dipped down south, he was anything but soft and gentle. And it was then that Gauri realized that she liked it rough. "I need a hot shower..." she mumbled to herself and to her aching muscles, and pushed the sheets away to make her way to the bathroom
Omkara had returned to the room, only to find her tiny frame swallowed inside her fluffy bathrobe and drying her hair in front of the mirror. He cleared his throat to indicate his presence, which she's already known when he'd walked into the room. "Good morning..." he said, without meeting her gaze, and heard her mumble it back to him. He walked to the cupboard to pull his laptop out, when he heard her ask him, "Slept well last night?" Baffled, he looked at her, to watch her reflection looking at him through the mirror. With a nod, he asked her, "How about you?" She smiled, "Good. Better than the previous night." She chuckled mentally when he saw his ears turn pink as he turned away to place his laptop for charge. If he expected her to be all coy, then he was so wrong.
Gauri was about to voice her thought out, when her phone rang, flashing Annika's name. "Hi Annika. What's with you waking up so early?" Gauri chirped, making her happy mood quite evident to the caller. Omkara could guess the reason of this early morning phone call from that friend of hers. He smirked, and glanced that Gauri's varying expressions. "WHAT?... But how?... Well, he deserved it, okay?" Gauri said, and shaking her head, she continued in irritation, "You know what, Annika? I really don't want to talk about it. And in case I am asked anything, I will only speak the truth. I don't care about anything else. Bye." Gauri threw her phone on the bed, and then cupped her mouth with her hands, still shocked at what she just heard from Annika.
Then looking at Omkara who was now looking at his laptop, she said, "Omkara, do you know what has happened?" Omkara, without looking at her, mentally chuckled and asked her, "No... What happened?" Gauri sat on his bed- the very same bed on which he had pleasured her through the night and said, "The police were here at the hotel, a while ago. They arrested Ajay and took him away. Shivaay and Abhay are not even able to bail him out. The police said that he was arrested because he was..."
"... he was caught with drugs..." Omkara completed the statement, and further said, "He was supposed to be arrested with something else; for molesting a woman, influencing her with a drug and an attempt to rape." Then looking at Gauri, who looked at him with her jaw hanging open as she realised it was he who informed the cops, he said, "But I wouldn't let that happen. Not until I have the woman's consent to report the crime. But that doesn't mean that the bas***d wouldn't rot in jail." Gauri took a whole minute to process what he just said, while he resumed typing something on his keyboard, casually. "Ajay is Shivaay and Abhay's friend, Omkara. They are upset because he's in jail, and Annika and Tanya are mad because their boyfriends are..."
Omkara laughed sarcastically as he closed his laptop with a thud. "Being a friend of your friends' boyfriends didn't stop that dog from drugging you and trying to rape you, did it? Where were your friends, then, huh? Weren't you the one who questioned me as to why I didn't come to your help earlier, and then reminded me that you could've been raped had I been delayed? And as far as I remember, neither of your friends knew about your whereabouts until I asked them about you. And now, you have the audacity to sit here and defend those so-called friends of yours?" Omkara's tone might have been dangerously low, but Gauri knew the anger bubbling within him, for she could see his eyes turn dark and cold in rage. She knew she had no argument to put up, so she nodded in agreement. What surprised her was when, within a minute, Omkara leaned towards her and cupped her face in his left hand, saying "I can never forget what i witnessed and experienced, last night..."
Now, Gauri wasn't sure in which context he had said it. At first, she knew he was referring to the dishevelled condition he found her in when Ajay was trying to force himself on her. She could not forget it either, how disgusted and helpless she'd felt when Ajay had his hands on her. But slowly, with the way Omkara's eyes darkened with something different from rage, yet as intense and deep with an emotion she'd seen earlier last night, she knew he wasn't referring to just that moment. She then saw his eyes gazing at her pink lips, and she gasped when he ran his thumb on the scar of her lower lip, "The cut... It's darker today..." he said, idly caressing her lip.
Neither did he nor did she realize who made the first move, but within a second, he had his lips against hers, as she met him halfway. Without parting from her, he'd placed the laptop on the side table, and had shifted her onto his lap. Gazing down the partition of her robe, he felt that fire burn inside him as her bare breasts played peek-a-boo with him. "You taste good..." he murmured against her lips, tasting that raspberry balm she'd applied earlier, and she nodded while she felt his hands on her robe.
With a tug at the knot, the robe parted as he revealed her body to feast his eyes on. Omkara, while he sucked on her tongue, slipped his hand inside her robe causing her to sigh as his fingers tweaked the hardened tip of her mound. It was as if her body had come awake with just a touch of his, and she could no longer wait to relive last night's pleasurable experience. As he parted the robe making it fall down her body, he made her lean back on the bed, as he stood up to stare down at her gloriously naked body. He smirked as he watched the various hickeys on her body of different shades. He could see the furious blush on her face, and he grinned when she shut her eyes as his fingers caressed her jaw line. Bending down, he ran his two fingers down her neck, her breastbone, and dipped down her belly button. "Ommm..." she said in a croaky voice, as his fingers travelled further, and his mouth followed them.
Gauri's eyes flew back when he slid his fingers inside of her. She knew he had an expertise at this, but to send her shivering and shaking at the very first contact was something she didn't expect. What started as a gentle stroke turned into a faster, wilder thrust of his fingers, as his mouth latched onto her swollen nub. Gauri, with her legs wrapped around his shoulders, cried out her release in ecstasy, which left her sweating and panting for breath. Omkara inner male took pride in looking at the woman completely exhausted after that earth shattering orgasm. He was about to undo his belt when he heard his phone, which was carelessly lying next to a heaving Gauri, ring. Gauri picked the phone and when she saw the caller's name, she felt a dull ache in her chest. The mild change in her expression didn't go unnoticed by Omkara. However, choosing not to show the effect it had on her, she handed the phone to him with a smile. It was then Omkara looked at the ID that flashed Riddhima's name. Without a word, he turned around and stepped into the balcony.
Gauri felt like a bucket of ice was dropped on her. The uneasiness at Riddhima's phone call was unexplainable. She knew Omkara was engaged; she knew Riddhima was his fiance. The reason behind feeling so upset was peculiarly unknown to her. It was then that a sudden realisation fell on her. She was just a sex toy for him. He had been the only man to know her body in such an intimate way, and the way he simply walked away leaving her undone to attend the phone call of the woman he was going to get married to, she knew he did not see her more than just a means to satisfy his lust. But she couldn't even blame him now, could she? It was her decision to go with the flow. He had even warned her. And despite that, she had chosen to have sex with him.
Gauri looked at his silhouette through the translucent curtains. He was laughing at something that his fiance said. And slowly, a sharp stinging pain began to hurt her chest. It was at this point she knew, she could admire this man and even sleep with him; but she could never afford to attach herself emotionally to him. He could be her means of gratification, just like she was his at the moment, but nothing more. The way her mind twisted those words into something else seemed too disgusting for her to acknowledge. No, she was no wh*re. She was just a woman who had decided to live in the moment without any strings attached. There was no regret, and whatever Omkara made her body feel, was worth giving into that sinful temptation. And that was exactly what her mind advised her to do; to live in the moment and go with the flow, as long as her heart did not interfere in the matter and confuse her. With a strong resolve in her mind, she draped the robe round her and rose from the bed.
Omkara kept listening to the woman on the other end of the call with a soft, genuine smile. He could do just anything for her because of the love and respect he had for her. Vidya Iyer, or Amma (Mother) as he fondly called her, may have been just a domestic help at his house, but she was more than a mother to him. From the time he was born, it was Amma who looked after him. Never did she differentiate between her own two children and Omkara. In fact, dinner time would always have Om sitting in the kitchen with her rather than the dining table, much to Jhanvi's annoyance, eating simple dal-chawal and garlic chutney, rather than the variety of a feast spread out at the table. Jhanvi could only roll her eyes at the way Vidya had "pocketed" her son, and often accused her of trying to turn Om against her so she could use him to get some money from the Oberoi's treasure. Om could never understand why Amma listened to all of those accuses in silence. And when Om would confront his mother, she would simply mock Amma with a sly laugh. After Jhanvi's death, Amma continued to look after Om for a few years, while her own children were in the boarding school. Later, due to a few reasons, Amma had to leave the job and move to Israel, where she had got another job. Om had been heartbroken at Amma leaving him, but that didn't weaken the bond they shared. For, she would call him up every week and talk to him.
"But why did you call me from Riddhima's phone?" he asked her, well aware that Riddhima was at Amma's house at the moment, and she clicked her tongue impatiently in response, "Your fiance wanted me to surprise you!" Omkara shook his head, "And if I didn't pick her call?" Immediately, he regretted saying that, because she asked him, "Why wouldn't you pick her call, Omkie?" At the silence she received, she moved away from Riddhima, who was seated next to her, and said, "Omkie, everything alright between you both? Are you marrying her out of love, or..." "...Amma" he interrupted her, "Everything is alright between me and Riddhima. What made you think that?" It was at this moment that Omkara turned around to see Gauri standing at the threshold of the balcony. She smiled at him brightly, watching him intently as Amma said, "No, I just felt that way... Of course, everything is okay between you two. Why would you marry her if it wasn't for love?" Omkara nodded with a weak smile, as he looked at Gauri, "Of course, why else would I marry Riddhima if I didn't love her?"
The smile on Gauri's face seemed to have been plastered there, for there was no effect on her. She still stood there, staring at him with that bright smile, and for unknown reasons, Omkara felt his chest hurting at the way she stayed unaffected. Somehow, he wasn't even sure why he expected Gauri to be affected, when they were anything but emotionally connected. It wasn't like Gauri would burst into tears when he would proclaim his so-called love for his fiance! He heard Amma chuckle over the phone, "I know. And you've chosen such a pretty girl as your partner for life, who is not just beautiful on the outside, but also on the inside. I've seen the way her eyes light up when anyone mentions your name..."
Omkara replied, "I know she loves me too..." Amma smiled, now looking at a blushing Riddhima, "I'm happy you've found love, Omkie. After Jhanvi, I thought you lost your faith in love. But now, I'm just glad you have Riddhima." This time, looking intently at Gauri, Omkara smiled, "You're right, Amma. I finally found love in her. I'm glad to have her in my life..." He saw a slight change in Gauri's expression, as she rubbed her elbows with her palms while turning around to walk away. Just when she was about to go inside, he said, "I'm glad I chose Riddhima as my life partner." He watched her pause for a moment, and then go away. Vidya continued to gush over how adorable Riddhima was, how perfect she was for Omkie, and how wonderful a couple they would make, while Omkara's gaze followed the petite woman as she stepped into the bathroom.
Gauri turned the shower on, and sat in the tub under the shower head. She didn't even know why, but she felt warm tears slipping down her eyes. A part of her felt foolish for letting herself become intimate with Omkara. Not once, not twice, but thrice. What was she thinking? What was she even expecting? That her life would turn out to be a fairy tale from one of those romantic novels, where this man whom she slept with would eventually fall in love with her? There is no love or any emotion involved, her brain reminded her. Then what are those tears for?, her heart questioned her. She soon realised her folly. Unknowingly, she'd begun to spin an imaginary tale involving Omkara and her. Subconsciously, she had begun to live in an imaginary world where she expected him to feel something for her. The subconscious feelings only turned stronger when the fact that she'd lost her virginity to him, added up. Gauri, you cannot blame him; he warned you, her mind said, and her heart had no comeback.
Wiping her tears, she smiled brightly, as if practicing to keep that smile fixed on her lips for the rest of the day. "Gauri Kumari Sharma," she said to her reflection in the mirror, "You're here for Bhavya's wedding. Focus on that; JUST that. Don't try to dream about anything else. You don't have any feelings towards Omkara; You don't... Absolutely nothing at all... Yes, he's excellent in bed; not that you can compare him to anyone else, but that's all. It ends there. There's nothing beyond that. He's your friend with ben... no, not friend. He's your roommate with benefit. Bass, iske aage aur kuch nahi. Jitni jaldi yeh baat apne dimaag mein bithalo, utna hi tumhare liye accha hoga..."
Omkara saw her exiting the bathroom, now dressed in a purple top and white pants. She smiled at him as if she was his long lost friend and nothing beyond that, and proceeded to dry her hair. Omkara watched in silence as she fluttered about the room, doing her own thing, lost in her own world. "I'm going downstairs for breakfast. Would you be joining me?" she asked him, beaking the silence. He shook his head in a no, still watching her, and she shrugged her shoulders as she picked her phone as she marched out of the room. Some distance and time away from each other would certainly do them good for a while, they both decided mentally.
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