Gauri supported om to their room and made him sit on the couch.

Gauri- Yahan chup chap baitho main first aid box le kar aata hun.

(Sit here quietly. I am coming with the first aid box.)

Om sat on the couch and tried to remove his jacket but because of a wound on his arm he couldn't. He screamed in pain.

Gauri came to him with the first aid box hearing his scream.

Gauri- (worried) Kya hua? Tum thik toh ho na.

(What happened? Are you okay?)

Om just nodded.

Gauri- Jacket kholna hi thaa toh madad nahin maang sakte the. Madad maangne se tumhare baal kam nahin ho jaayenge.

(If you want to open the jacket then you should tell me. If you will ask for help then your hair will not become short.)

Om- (shocked) Dekho! Mere baal ke baare main kuch mat kehna. Nahin toh.....

(Look! Don't said anything about my hair. Otherwise...)

Gauri- Nahin toh, kya?

(Otherwise what?)

Om tried to stand but failed miserably.

Gauri- (sarcastically) Thik se khada nahin ho jaa raha hai aur mujhe dhamki de dene chalein. (Seriously) Chup chap baitho yahan pe.

(You can't stand properly and here you are scaring me. Sit quietly here.)

Om sat quietly like a obedient child.

Gauri slowly put off his jacket. She saw that his arm is bleeding and it is necessary to put off his shirt to first aid his wound.

She became uncomfortable and looked at om. Om could understand this.

Om- It's okay. Main try karta hun.

(It's okay. I will try.)

He tried but his wounded arm opposed.

Gauri- M-main karta hun.

(I will do.)

Om- Par...

(But...)

Gauri- It's okay om!

She unbuttoned his shirt then put off the shirt by avoiding any type of physical contact.

Om kept looking at her or staring at her.

Gauri became red like tomato looking at his welt built body. She looked away and blushed.

Om noticed this and thought to tease her.

Om- Kya hua aise laal kyun ho rahe ho?

(Why are you becoming red?)

Gauri bit her tongue.

Om- Kya tumhe meri body achi lagi.

(You liked my body?)

Gauri immediately whacked his wounded arm.

Om- Ouch!

Gauri- Oh my god! I am sorry. Maine dhyaan nahin diya thaa. Kitna khoon beh raha hai.

(Oh my god! I am sorry. I didn't noticed it. You are bleeding so much.)

Om- (playfully) Hna toh tumhari wajah se meri yeh halat hui hai.

(This is because of you.)

She didn't say anything and quickly dressed all his wounds with bandages. She felt very guilty and her eyes became teary seeing om's condition.

Om felt something wet on his palm.

He saw gauri's face and immediately knew that she was crying.

Om- (Worried) Kya hua Gauri? Tum kyun ro rahi ho.

(What happened gauri? Why are you crying.)

Gauri shooked her head and looked down.

Om- (calmly) Meri taraf dekho Gauri..

(Look at me gauri...)

Gauri refused and kept looking downward.

He slowly lifted her chin and made her face him.

He could saw her teary red eyes. He felt like his heart broke at that sight. He never saw Gauri crying. She always kept fighting with him.

His hand involuntarily wiped her tears.

Om- Shh...kyun to rahi ho.

(Shh...why are you crying.)

Gauri- (in between tears) Y-yeh sab meri wajah se. Meri w-wajah se tumhe aaj itna dard ho raha hai. Mere watch ko bachane ke chakkar main yeh sab ho gaya. Mujhe pehle hi woh de dena chahiye thaa. Main Sachme bohot buri hun. Isiliye shayad tum mujhse nafrat karte ho. Isiliye hum dushman hai.

(T-this all is because of me. You are in p-pain because of me. It's all because you tried to save my watch. I should give that early. I am really bad. That's why you also hate me. That's why we are enemy.)

Om kept his finger on her lips and she became quiet. He cupped her face and wiped her tears.

Om- Kitna bolti ho tum! Aur hna kuch tumhare wajah se nahin hua hai. Tumhari koi galati nahin hai. Thank you toh mujhe tumhe bolna chahiye. Tumne apna sabse kimti cheez de kar meri jaan bachaya. Yeh chot toh uske aage kuch nahin hai. Ab chup ho jaao. Warna mom ko phone karungi aur bataungi ki unki bahu......

(How much you talk! And yes nothing happened because of you. You are not at fault. I should tell you thank you. You gave your most valuable thing to save me. This wound is nothing compared to that. Not don't cry. Otherwise I will call mom and said that her daughter in law.....)

He became quiet realising he said Gauri as his mother's daughter in law because he never accepted Gauri as his wife.

Gauri looked at him shockingly.

Om- Mera matlab....unhe kahunga ke unki Gauri choti si baat par ro rahi hai.

(I mean....I will tell her that her gauri is crying for a small thing.)

Gauri- Dekho aisa bilkul mat karna warna main tumhe.....

(Look you will not do that. Otherwise I will..)

She took a pillow.

Gauri- Warna main tumhe bohot maarungi.

(I will beat you.)

Om- Yahin thik hai. Mujhe rota hua Gauri pasand nahin mujhe toh wahin Gauri chahiye Jo mujhse hamesha jhagda karti hai.

(It's right. I don't like crying gauri. I need the gauri who fights with me always.)

Gauri- Tum....

(You...)

Om- Hna main...

(Yes me...)

Gauri- Kuch nahin.

(Nothing.)

She blushed and went to the bathroom.

Om also smiled seeing her. He didn't know what happened to him. He kept saying that Gauri is his enemy. But enemies don't care for each other. It doesn't pain in heart when a enemy cries or was in pain. Then what is Gauri to him. Then what ayush told him about. He lost in thoughts.

Meanwhile, in a restaurant a girl was drinking wine in anger. Her face revealed to be Ridhima..

Ridhi- Om....om....om aaj bhi mera plan fail ho gaya par kal main apna master plan execute karungi. Aur mujhe pata hai yeh jarur kamyab hoga. Aur ab Gauri bhi bich main nahin aa sakegi. Just wait and watch..

(Om....om....om today also my plan flopped but tomorrow I will execute my master plan. And I know it will work. And Gauri also can't come in between. Just wait and watch...)

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