Omkara Oberoi was a man of art. His whole life has revolved around the axis of art. There was even a time when he had been laughed at for his love of art.

But, He has never given up on art and art hasn't given up on him. For art was his solace, his silver lining in life.

There was a single time when he tried to stray away from art, tried to be like his brother Shivaaye. Tried to be the man,his Father wanted him to be but soon returned to his roots.

That world wasn't for him. But the people who have tried to take advantage of his gentle easy going desposition has soon realized captured beneath this artistic skin was a warrior.

Even his own family realized that when Omkara left the Oberoi Mansion and shifted to his beach house, on his private beach. He couldn't live in that house anymore.

Not at all, when a 17 year little girl was exiled and no one beside his brother ( the exiler) showed even an ounce of worry for the girl.

He couldn't live there. No, he couldn't live in a place where selfishness, anger and inhumane tendencies prevailed.

So, he has left that place 12 years ago and shifted here with his wife. His children didn't want to leave the luxurious mansion behind and shift here in the modest beach House of their father.

" So, what are you sketching so oblivious to the world, painter Sahab" the soft chime of his beautiful wife was enough to draw him away from his wayward thoughts.

Gauri Omkara Oberoi, he still feel a weird mushy feeling and numerous butterflies in his stomach. Everytime he realises that this beautiful women is his wife.

Gauri Oberoi with a heart shaped face, kind warm brown orbs that reminded people of beautiful summer evening and mischievous summer holidays was a very beautiful women.

The years, seemed to have been kind to her as even with the smile lines on her face. She looked in her late thirties when in reality she is 52 year old.

"Just sketching," Omkara shrugged while replying to her as he noticed the now ice-cold cup of tea placed in front of him.

"I can see that and also that tea has became, ice tea. So, here," Gauri handed the new steaming cup of tea to Omkara.

From the time, Gauri had known Omkara and even in their marriage of 33 years. She was well versed with his habbit of forgetting the world and bleeding his soul on the blank canvas.

"Thank you, my lady" the slight colonial accent of Omkara as he thanked his wife for the tea graciously.

Earned him an eye roll from his wife.

"So, what were you sketching dear" Gauri questioned him intrigued. In the past years his style has again changed.

So, she is quite curious to know what is he sketching? Sitting in the garden overseeing the playful waves and the setting sun.

Omkara handed her the sketches without any further ado.

Gauri couldn't help but smile sadly watching their daughters sketches. Om won't ever admit it but She knows he misses Omisha and was very hurt by her decision of staying back. She didn't know the exact moment when they lost Omisha but they did. And she just hopes one day, their daughter herself will realize reality and return.

Sighing sadly, she kept their daughter's sketch away and concentrated on the next sketch.

Gauri gasped watching the beautiful monochromatic sketch, highlighting the eyes of the girl. Her eyes were filled with laughter, so like, the girl they knew. The girl who laughed with her eyes.

The girl's disappearence has affected all of them but the most affected was her husband without any doubt. She knew few days before Shivanya's disappearence Omkara had brought her here.

The day Shivanya didn't return from college and the next day, she didn't go to college. She knows because she had taken care of the sick girl. Omkara didn't tell her how she got sick and she didn't ask about the secret, Shivanya trusted Omkara with.

She didn't tell Om, how she'll return back to them, one day. She didn't talk about that for both of them knew, it'll lead them nowhere.

So, Gauri changed the topic "you know Ishana was asking whether we'll like to join her on their Rishikesh trip?? She is quite excited for her nephews upcoming wedding"

"I'm quite sure that she is," Omkara chuckled.

Ishana was the same old Ishana.

Complaining and ranting day and night about procedures, decoroms and rules.

The 54 year old woman who have Sunday dinners at their place everyweek, specially, so that she can eat with her hands and ditch the so-called decourom of eating with spoons and table manners.

The woman who behaves like a teen girl and loves to complain about her restricted life style. And steal all his  apple pies with gusto.

"So, should we join them??" Watching Gauri's twinkling eyes, Om was sure that his wife and Ishana has already planned all the details of the trip.

So, Saying no wasn't an option. And to be truthful, it has been long since they went on any kind of trip.

"Sure, I don't have anything else to do too," Omkara agreed and watched as his wife looked all too excited.

"Great, I'll go and inform Ishana so then,"

And with that being said his wife, disappeared back inside. Sometimes, he really ponders whether Ishana is his bestfriend or her?? It feels he has been totally replaced in that crazy girl's life.

And now, why is he hiccuping?? Who is remembering him so much? It's surely not his family.

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In an airy bright room, with open windows and curtains dancing with the night breeze.

A man was raging like wild horse.

"You said the Mavericks won't get banned. You said they can't prove anything. But they did, for the first time in my life. Someone banned my brand. And you said, you'll handle it all," the man wasn't screaming. His tone wasn't even remotely loud.

But the temp of the whole room seemed to have dropped down several degrees.

The people present with the man could feel the sweat drops lining their forehead.

"Sir, we tried but,"

"But, but what? You can't handle a little girl. There isn't any information on her, whatsoever. What is she a ghost??" The ridiculing look from their boss, made them want to hide somewhere.

Their boss was really angry and that's not good for their health.

"The men sent after her never returned," one man informed the boss very timidly. He knew it'll be their last day if they couldn't satisfy the boss.

"Aaina, Aaina, Who the hell is Aaina Randhawa?? Why is she fighting from the police side?? Why the hell she thinks the mastermind isn't behind? Why is she behind us? Who is Aaina??" The boss couldn't help but think frustrated.

He thought by scapegoating that Thakur they'll be free. He was so sure they didn't leave any clue. No one, knew about him. How then?? How this Aaina knew? How she proved in the court that the matter is bigger than SPL??

"Randhawa!!!!! Why are all the Randhawa's behind me like blood hounds??" The bossman uttered feeling highly disdainful to that surname.

"Uncle relax," a lazy voice from the corner of the room intervened watching his uncle boil like a lava.

"How can I relax, beta?? It's a matter of 250 crore profit and the whole empire. If we succeed, we will earn approx. 300 crore from a mere tournament and this Aaina is looming over us like a death trap. We don't know anything about her." The boss was totally done with this Aaina character. A lawyer, whose not even single pic is in media. Event after fighting in such a controversial case.

All roads becomes dead ends when one try to search her. Who is this Aaina?

"Galle ki Haddi ban gyi hai yeh ladki, na feki jaye na nigli,"

"Uncle relax, Aaina he hai pathar maro tut jayega," the lad said again with a lady quirk to his lips.

"You all continue with the task, I'll handle this Aaina. Don't worry, uncle, we will succeed."

"But,"

"No, buts uncle I'll personaly handle this Aaina character. Rest reassured, no one will spoil your plans or kingdom,"

"As you say, beta. I've full faith on you," the bossman sighed in relief. Finally, assured that this Aaina character will be dealt with well.

Their Empire will only prosper.

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Themis Office, Delhi.

A limited edition Rolls Royce car stops in front of the building and a lady in pant suit exited the car and entered the office premises, swiftly.

The guard greeted her and she just nodded. 

As soon as she entered inside the building. The staff members present at that time stood up and greeted her.

She again just nodded and made her way to her cabin.

"Mam, two gentlemen are here to meet you. They are waiting in your cabin." Her secretary first greeted her and then informed her about these unexpected visitors.

Aaina looked surprised for a moment then nodded, realising something.

"Send Ranvit in my cabin," she ordered and made her way inside her cabin.

And as she was informed, two finely dressed gentle men were waiting on her cabin.

"Good morning, Miss. Randhawa," both the men greeted her in sync

"Good morning, how can I help you?" Aaina eyed both the males carefully.

They both were in formals but it did nothing to hide their well-build bodies and lean muscles. The hairs were croped in a particular style.

If they want, they could take her down without shedding even a little sweat. Her revolver was in it's secret place but the question was could she reach it before rising suspicion or dying.

"Well,I'm ACP Pratap and he is Raghav mam we were researching that duck case and we aren't reaching anywhere." The man with the mustache conveyed the reason of being here.

"So, how can I help you guys??" Aaina queried, relaxing knowing why the men were really here.

"We wanted the previous case files, for a little study" the ACP came direct to the point not beating around the bush.

"Sure, Ranvit bring the duck files" she ordered the guy on intercom

"Anything else, gentleman,"

"Are you sure, you want to be part of this investigation, mam??" Aaina was amused the way the ACP was fidgeting under her gaze.

"I'm ordered to be a part of this case by the supreme court, officer. I'm sure, I know what I'm doing."
 
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Galle ki haddi, na nigli jaaye, na feki means a bone stuck in the throat which you can't throw out or swallow in

Aaina he hai, patthar maro tut jayega means it's just a mirror uncle throw a stone it will break.

This is Om's beach house.

And this is the sketch Om was drawing.

(Aaina's sketch)

(Omisha's sketch)