"So, what happened last night?" Omkara asked, sipping his coffee. He and his wife, Gauri, were out for breakfast in one of the Oberoi hotels as a part of their plan to give some space to his elder brother, Shivaye, and his wife, Anika, in their home.

"I told you, nothing happened between Shivaye bhayya and Anika Bhabhi," Gauri replied, polishing off her parathas.

"Yeah, you said that, but I don't remember anything after having that cake. Can you remind me?"

"A..." he saw Gauri perplexed and her cheeks turning slightly hue, "like I said," Gauri started, she was struggling with words, "Babaji ki prem booti didn't mix in the orange juice, so Shivaye bhayya didn't have it, and, you know, nothing happened between him and Anika bhabhi."

"Then what really happened? To me?" Omkara repeated his question again.

"Nothing... nothing happened to you. You seem all well and fine." Gauri replied quickly and perplexed, setting her hair on her shoulder.

"But I remember carrying you, and then everything is blurry after that," Omkara said, coaxing Gauri to reveal more.

"That must be a dream," Gauri replied hurriedly. "You just slept, that's all. And why are you acting like Sherlock now about this matter? It's over now." Gauri stood up from their table. "I need fresh air. I will come in a while from poolside."

Run Gauri, she said to herself and dashed to the poolside, and there she took a breath of relief.
She sat down on the swimming deck and dipped her feet in the pool to relax herself. She thought of the conversion with her husband.

Does he remember? In the morning, he said that he didn't remember anything, and now he says he remembers carrying me. Will he also remember the rest?" Gauri's question made her nervous, and she just wanted to end this feeling.

"No, think positive, Gauri. The herb won't let him remember what really happened between us. There won't be anything to jog his memory." She motivated herself, bringing up her high-collar shirt and making her hair more prominent at the front. But the nervousness was back again.

The current ran from neck to toe like the previous night as she felt someone kissing the back of her neck. She turned her head and found Omkara behind her.

She looked at him for a good minute, and the playfulness in his eyes took her by surprise. He remembers, he knew. Controlling her anger, she tore away her gaze and said, "what are you doing here, Omkaraji?"

She felt him sitting beside her, and before she could distance herself from them, she thought of him hugging her sideways tightly. "Being with my wife, of course," Omkara said, running her thumb along her arm, and making Gauri suck her breath. Not that babaji ki prem booti, her husband, was intoxicating, Gauri confessed as shivers ran down her body. But that was the start.

"Omkara ji, I..." Gauri began, but Omkara stopped her.

"You don't have to explain, Gauri." His hand went to the hairs and put them back. And there he saw the marks which made him remember their previous night's activities. He wanted to feel again how his wife reacted when he put his lips at that spot, and he got the reaction he wanted.

Gauri was too shy to meet his gaze, and she felt she wasn't in control of herself. And true, that was as she sighed as her husband kissed the hickey he marked on her left. She again felt something restless in her pit, and she uttered her husband's name in helplessness while tightening her grip on his shoulder.

Omkara, he heard her saying his name. He wanted to listen again, so he bit at that spot again, making her cry his name. Suddenly he gathered about his surrounding. This wasn't the right place, not that he cared.

Kissing her neck one more time, he stood up and helped Gauri stand up. His wife seemed shocked; he kissed her temple and hugged her tightly until he felt her calm down.

"Are you ok?" He whispered in her ear, to which she replied with a hmm.

"Let's take some rest in our room."

They left for their room as both held each other as if their lives depended on each other.

Omkara made Gauri sit on the bed and then made her drink water which she chugged in one go.
"You ok, right?" Omkara asked again, taking the glass from her.

"So, you do remember," Gauri said after a while.

"Crystal clear."

"Now, what?"

"Gauri, look at me." Omkara brought her face toward him and urged her to meet his gaze. "What happened between us wasn't a mistake," Omkara assured his wife, caressing her cheek. "I have been wanting to say this to you for a long time that I desire you. I want to complete our marriage. I just don't want to rush you. It will sound crazy to you, but I can't stop thinking about us, and it's getting hard to control. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I am sorry for the last night." Omkara spoke his heart.

His honest confession made her teary and emotional to jump on him and hugged tightly. He let her be, patting her back and kissing her forehead. She, too, wanted what Omkara expressed, and that's why she didn't stop his advances on her previous night. And then she was struck by the nervousness. He was intoxicated last night, but not now. This made her leave him, and she started looking everywhere else, than him.

He smiled at her flabbergasting self, but now it was not the time. He touched her chin lightly, making her look at him. He gripped her shivering hands in his warm hold and asked, "do you want it as well, Gauri?"

Gauri didn't know that her husband was an expert as well in making her an emotional puddle. Her tongue was tied, so she nodded in affirmation, which broadened his smile.

"Ok, then! Tonight's the night," she heard him say as she watched his darkened eyes shined with mischief.

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