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Warning: Adult 16+

"In three days?" I reeled in shock.

"Omkara's Maasi Ma is very sick and she wants to see him married before something happens to her." my father tells me in a gentle tone.

"You liked him right, Gauri?" my mother asks me at the same time.

"I did." I replied, seriously what was not to like? He was handsome, educated and well settled in life, and that he had a killer smile and beautiful hair to go with it was brownie points.

"Then what is the problem?"

"That I will have to leave my house in 3 days is not a problem?" I just couldn't help keep my hands on my hips and ask in exasperation.

"Now, after marriage don't talk like this to them. Always be in your best behavior. Leave your unruly side here." Ma tells me worried.

"Please have some faith in your upbringing, MA!" I tell her irritated; seriously she needs to cut it down. I am always my polite best to people outside my immediate family.

"Gauri, one day you'll have to go away from here. This is a nice proposal, and the kundalis have also matched." Papa tells me in his reasonable tone making me scowl at him.

"Don't think I don't understand that the reason you are pushing for Omkara Singh Oberoi apart from all the obvious reasons is that the other proposal for me is from a guy in USA." Then I added when he looked all guilty. "And please forgive me if I am worried about marrying a man in three days whom I just met this very morning and haven't even said two words to."

"Rabba! Talk to him before marriage?"

There goes my mother again! "We are not in 1917! The boat has left! We are in 2017, MAAA!"

"Do you trust us?" having enough papa decided to play the referee.

"Yes."

"Do you think we would do anything that would hurt you?"

"No."

"Are you happy with this marriage?"

"Yes!"

"Then we'll proceed with this? I'll tell them we are fine with marriage in 3 days?"

What nonsense was he asking? "When did I say no to that? Can a girl not put forth her worries without being misunderstood?" saying that I just walked off in exasperation. I had enough!

I open my eyes to find an angel in front of me.

"Masha Allah!" I sigh looking at my husband of less than 12 hours sleeping next to me. How could someone so handsome be my husband? In dread I turn to look at my hair on the pillow and sighs in disappoint seeing my unruly wild hair. In the words of the great Pinky Sharma, Gauri 's hair and her character were the same, unruly and wild! I look at my husband amazed, this morning he is supposed to be the single most important person in my life but four days ago I didn't even knew he existed in this world, and I haven't talked to him yet. The only conversation or something close to that, we had were when he came to see me, his mother had asked my name and I had replied, Gauri . Then last night, he had come to our bedroom for suhaag raat and asked me to change into something comfortable. After I had changed, he had suggested that we sleep and we went to sleep, pouring water all over my adolescent dreams of that romantic wedding night. But then if he wanted to do something would I have allowed him to do it? I couldn't help wonder frowning. I see him stretching and turning to my side, I sigh sadly, even in a sleepy mode he was so elegant and then he opens his eyes looking directly at me. Those chocolate brown eyes looking at me, the unruly Gauri Kumari Sharma no... no... Gauri Oberoi.... no... no... Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi.

He smiles at me, "Good Morning, Gauri."

"Good morning."

"Why are you frowning?"

"I was just thinking."

"Thinking? What?" he asks me acting as if nothing could be more interesting to him than my thoughts.

"My name!" I replied before I had time to think. Damn it! I was supposed to play hard to get. My friends had told me that if we want our husband to dance to our tunes then we should be a mystery to them.

"Name? What is there to frown about?" he asks me, his smile going all the more wider.

"I was thinking what my name is going to be now." I tell him, rather the truth than fumble in a lie. That was my problem, every time I lie people tend to catch me quickly, so I tend to stick to the truth making my mother quack in fear that I'm outspoken. I had decided that outspoken is better than being tagged stupid and a liar.

"Aaah! What are the choices?" he asks me smiling happily as he kept his palm under his cheek giving me his undivided attention.

"Gauri Kumari Sharma Oberoi, Gauri Oberoi, Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi."

"Hmmm... all sounds good. What did you like?"

"Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi."

He smiles approvingly, "Even I liked that the best. Why take my surname if you are not going to add my name?"

Then he touched me! He touched me on my cheek with a finger. Then without thinking I touched him, I kept my finger on his perfect cheek. He starts chuckling loudly. Realizing what I did I quickly take my hands off scandalized and then he held my hand and took it back to his face and kept my full hand, palm down on his cheeks. We remained silent for a while as we got lost in each other's eyes or rather I got lost in his eyes while he was wondering what he did to end up with me.

"Did you sleep nicely?"

"Yes. You?" I ask back.

He grins, "I slept nicely as I have been sleeping here for years now."

I frown at him, I was being nice and he was teasing me.

"You'll tell me if you have any problems here, right?"

"Yes." I replied and smartly kept my mouth shut by not asking him to do the same.

He grins giving me that feeling that he knew I was about to ask him that.

"Why did you marry me?"

He frowns, I have never felt more stupid in my life. I closed my eyes and mentally screamed at myself think before you open your mouth. He was silent and didn't reply, I opened my eyes to see if he was still here. He was and looked like he was waiting for me to open my eyes, then he said"Because I liked you."

He was saying that as if it should have been obvious to me! Of all the people, ME! "You liked me?"

"No, I like you!"

"Why?" I asked unable to hide my shock and wonder.

In reply he burst out laughing. "I have never seen anyone so refreshing as you."

"Is that a compliment?" I ask confused because, if we haven't established this fact yet, then here it is, I am dumb!

"Of the highest degree." He says still laughing.

Then I waited for him to ask me why I married him. I waited and waited, he didn't ask me. Finally I lost patience and asked him "Don't you wonder why I married you?"

"No." he replied.

I scowled at him as I had decided to take that as an insult.

"After the way you have been staring and ogling at me ever since you set your eyes on me, I do have some ideas." he clarifies cheekily and I went and did something I have never done in my entire life. I blushed!

He seemed content to just look at my face. I wondered if there was something on my face and he found it funny. Or did he have some problem with his eyes and that is the reason he was staring at me.

As if he could hear my thoughts he tells me, "I am never going to get tired of looking at your face. Your face is so expressive and how quickly the expressions keep changing. It gives me the feeling that your mind is like an F1 race track with multiple thoughts going at the highest speed."

"It is not a crime to think."

"It is not and it was a compliment." He tells me shaking his head at me as if I was dumb.

Since we already established that I am dumb, there is something else too that everyone should know about me- I am dumb and I don't like people telling me that.

"Compliment?"

"Not really, more like something that I like about you." He finally says and I had no reply to that.

"Shouldn't we get up?" I asked him.

"Should we?" he asks me acting as if there is nothing in this world that he would rather do than waste his time talking to me in bed.

"Yes, it's my first day here."

"Okay, then get up." He tells me sighing.

By the time, I had finished my bath and come out, he was missing from the bed. I looked around and see him standing in the balcony smoking. I start frowning, another fact about me, I am anti-smoking. I step out and he turns back to smile at me. He looked me head to toe smiling. I was wearing my new Pakistani salwar, according to my mother it was the in thing now! And as his eyes traveled through my body I felt his eyes touching me, and my body coming awake at the parts his eyes roamed. I again blushed!

Seeing me blush he chuckles and turns around giving his back to me as he resumed his smoking. I had no idea how I could tell him that I didn't want him to smoke. We just started talking today and how can I start ordering him? I stand next to him and decided to be smart and use another indirect approach.

"Do you like people telling you what to do and what not to do?"

He turns to look at me and studied me for a while then taking a puff he says, "I don't like anyone telling me what to do and what not to do."

"Okay, then can I make a request to you?"

"I can guess where this is going but still go ahead."

"When I am near you will you refrain from smoking? I have a thing against smoking."

"Sure, fair enough." He replies.

I move closer to him, but not touching and clear my throat. He looks at me and I look at his cigarette.

He chuckles and says, "Why don't you go inside, Gauri ? I'll finish this and come."

"I want to get some fresh air." I reply mentally patting myself on my shoulders.

"Okay, then I'll go in." He says and starts to go in and I run behind him.

He turns to see me standing so close to him. "Done with fresh air." I tell him.

"Then I'll go out again."

"I want fresh air." I say as I followed him.

He sighs and looks at me, "Okay, you keep running around here. I'll go to the bathroom. You don't want to watch me bath now, do you? Or do you want to bathe with me?"

"NO!" I reply quickly as my cheeks turned pink.

"Good." He replies grinning and walks into the bathroom smoking.

"Omkara!" I scream as I ran behind him, he stops and looks at me, "I have a thing about cigarette smell in the bathroom, so I request you to not smoke in the bathroom." I look at him very earnestly all the while proudly patting me on my back, obviously mentally.

He sighs and asks me, "If you don't want me to smoke then just tell me that. Why run around in circles?"

"You said you don't like anyone telling you what to do and not to do." I remind him.

"You are my wife, not just anyone, Gauri." He tells me shaking his head disappointed at me while I gaped at him.

As he continued to look at me I realized he was waiting for me to say it, "I want you to quit smoking."

He smiles sweetly at me, "I won't quit but I'll try to cut it down."

I furiously look at him and he chuckles at me "Later. We have to go down." Saying that he gets into the bathroom and closes the door on my face.

I was sitting with my mother-in-law when Omkara walks in. "Gauri, my friends are here to meet you. Come." And he walks out just like that expecting me to follow him, and I followed him.

I walked to the living room to find three guys chatting happily. They stand up seeing me and Omkara quickly introduces me to Shivaay, Ranveer and Rudra. After the introductions were over, they sit down while I stood there wondering whether they expected me to sit there or go back inside. As I stood there contemplating what to do, my husband turns to me and says "Why are you standing, Gauri? Sit."

I noticed him patting on the empty space on the couch next to him and I sit there as he wanted me to sit there. Then ignoring me he get engrossed in talking with his friends while I sat there acting as if I understood each and every syllable coming out of their mouths. When in truth I could hardly make heads or tails of their conversations, as it was all football oriented. Football and fashion go hand in hand; both are things I don't understand. If it was cricket then that was another ball game, I would have thrown in a few words too, Sachin, Dhoni, T20, IPL, ODI, Virat and then my mind went blank. My heart stopped beating. I stopped breathing. My world stopped revolving. Omkara's hand was on my hand. He was holding my hand, squeezing it. I turned to look at him and he was talking without a care in the world making me wonder if he was even aware what he was doing to me. Then he started caressing my palm with his thumb. As I felt the tingling sensation, electric current ran through my body to places I didn't know even existed or rather that could feel such strange sensations. If someone had told me that a simple touch could turn you on, I would have laughed but now all I can do is hold myself back from sighing out loudly. I squeeze my palm shut trapping his thumb inside and he doesn't give up and starts wiggling it inside. I tried to hold my hand still which was well hidden on the couch between our bodies from his friends' eyes.

"I think I should go inside." I tell him nervously as I just couldn't control the blush that was creeping up my face.

"Why?" He asks me with a naughty glint in his eyes.

"Maaji is calling me." I reply as I tried to control my heart beats.

"I didn't hear."

"I heard."

"Okay, then off you go." He says grinning widely at me.

I waited for him to leave my hand while he kept smiling at me. I slyly pointed him towards our hand and he looked down at our hands then looked back at me smiling. That smile and I struggle to hold back my sigh. I slightly struggle trying to pull my hand, and he holds it tighter. I struggle a little more and he quickly leaves it. I was a little disappointed that he left my hand and relieved at the same time. I realized that I got a new adjective to describe myself, confused. Quickly getting up I hurry to my mother-in-law and safety.

After dinner with the family, I sat with my new family as we talked about the wedding and all the functions. Hearing a funny comment from Daddyji I chuckle and turn to look at Omkara and he was looking at me. He flicks his head slightly to the right in an upward direction, and my face heats up blushing. He was asking me whether I was ready to go to our room. Seeing my blush he grins and turns to his mother.

"I am so tired, Mom. I am going to sleep." He says as he stood up.

"Gauri, you also go sleep. It is late." Maaji tells me.

I chuckle mentally; late it was just 9:30. Nodding my head I get up and follow him up the stairs.

"How was your day?" he asks me as I settled on the bed next to me.

Like in the morning he was resting his head on his palms on the pillow facing me, and I turn to face him.

"Nice." I tell him smiling.

"Tomorrow we'll have to go see Maasi Ma." He tells me.

"Where is she now?"

"Bareilley."

"How far is it from here?"

"14 hrs."

"14?" I asked shocked.

"Yes."

"How are we going?" I asked dreading his reply.

"I thought we'll drive down there. Is there a problem?"

"I have motion sickness. So if I travel in the car for a long time I tend to throw up." I told him already having nightmares about the trip.

"Oh! There are no flights, then we can take the train but then also we'll have to take a taxi and travel another 2-3 hrs in the car and that is going to be even more tedious. How about we go slowly? Taking breaks in between and maybe halting somewhere for the night and reaching Maasi Ma's place day after?"

"That would be better." I tell him though I was sure I would be throwing up all the way there.

"You sure?" He asks me, "Because we have to go as she doesn't have much time."

"Yes, I am sure." I tell him smiling and he smiles at me.

I turn to lie on my back and close my eyes to sleep. A second later I opened my eyes in shock feeling him on top of me. I look at him with my eyes wide open and he was looking down at me. Then he leans down kisses me on my left cheek, then my right cheek. Then he leans up and looks at me, and I looked back at him my breathing very unsteady. Then he touches his nose to mine, and he slowly starts smiling as he looked up at me. A sexy smile that begged me to rape him or my muddled up brain interpreted it like that. He leans up and kisses me on my forehead while I contemplated on raping him. And just like that he rolled over to his side of the bed and says smiling, "Good night, wifey."

Next day, after breakfast as we kept our bags in the car I told him, "I need to buy some toffees. That way, I won't feel like throwing up all that much."

"We'll buy it on the way."

Soon we were on the way. After filling the petrol and buying tons of coffee bites we were driving comfortably on the highway.

"Are you fine?" he asks me as he darted to look at me.

"I am fine." I told him smiling as I popped in another toffee.

Every hour or so, we stopped to take a break so I could get some fresh air. I stood on the road side leaning on the car when he came around and sat on the car bonnet next to me.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him.

"Slightly, you?"

"Not much. I had lots of toffees, right?" I reminded him smiling.

"Will you be able to eat in half an hour? There is a good restaurant coming up."

"Yes."

I feel his hand on my hair as he brushed away my hair which was flying about in the wind.

"It's so unruly." I said embarrassed as I tied my hair more neatly.

"I like your hair."

"You do?" I asked him shocked. Now I realized why he married me, because he was blind.

"Yes. Your hair suits you. And it is not very common."

I blush again. I was getting pissed at myself for blushing at the drop of a hat.

"Are you ready to go?" I ask him trying to avoid his gaze that I could only interpret as if he wanted to gobble me up.

"Yeah sure." He stretches loudly as he stood up.

"Are you tired? Do you want me to drive?"

"You drive?" he asks me surprised.

"Yes." I reply smiling.

"When you drive will you feel like throwing up?"

"I haven't driven long distance, but you said half an hour, that I can manage."

"Okay, then." He says smiling handing me the keys.

"Slow down!" he screamed at me.

"I'm driving slowly." I laughed as I excitedly drove. Another fact about me, I am a rash driver.

"I really love Maasi Ma but I seriously don't want to beat her in death. Please slow down."

"Relax husband and trust me." I told him as I patted him on his hand.

"WATCH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!" he screamed as I expertly overtook a truck and a car.

"Gauri, I don't want to die!"

"You won't. And I am not going any faster than you." I told him offended.

"I had control over the wheels."

"And I don't?" I asked offended as I turned to glare at him.

"Look straight!" he orders me.

"The car is not going steady, so yes you have no control over the wheels!"

It is one thing to insult me and one thing to insult my driving. I put pressure on the accelerator.

"Stop the car!"

"Then tell me I have control over the wheels." I tell him like a stubborn kid.

"Even if I say it, you don't have control. You are going off track!"

"Oh, sorry." I mutter as I brought us back to track.

"Please for the love of God, stop the car."

"I have it, Omkara! Relax."

"You don't have it!"

"I seriously don't want to die a virgin!"

"What?" I ask him shocked as I turned to stare at him, this drop dead gorgeous man was a virgin? Where did all the girls go? Suddenly, I was in a different planet where nothing made sense.

"BUSSSSSSSSSS!" he screams and I quickly turn my attention back on the road and narrowly escape crashing to the bus.

"Stop at that restaurant." He orders me angrily.

I quickly turn the car and park the car almost crashing on to the potted plant.

"Who keeps a plant in the car park?" I ask angrily.

He rips open my door and orders, "Come out!"

I quickly get down, now that the adrenaline rush was gone; I was kind of scared seeing his furious look.

"You are never ever going to drive!"

"I don't know why, but when I drive I just go crazy." I told him truthfully.

"You are crazy." He tells me angrily and walks inside the restaurant.

I follow him sadly. It was not a nice feeling getting scolded and called crazy by your husband on the second day of your marriage.

"I am sorry." I told him, he was burning a hole on the menu with his angry glare and he looked up from the menu and his glare was directed at me.

"We could have died out there. Twice."

"I am sorry. Don't be mad at me." I tell him as I looked down, I could so feel my friends glaring at me for bending down in front of him. Let's just admit it now itself, I am never going to make him dance to my tunes.

Seeing my contrite expression might have tugged at his heart, he sighs and closes his eyes, "Give me some time."

"Okay."

He hasn't said anything to me for a while, and we were almost done with our lunch. He didn't seem all that furious now but he hasn't said a thing to me other than asking me to place my order. After he paid for the meal, we started walking out and I just couldn't take it. It hurt me that he was not talking to me. I fasten my steps so that I am next to him and hold his hand. He looks down at his hand to find mine. Sighing he holds my hand back.

"I am sorry, Omkara. I'll never drive again."

"That you are never going to do." I didn't like that, he can't decide whether I'll drive or not but I decided to let it go. I just wanted him to talk to me and smile at me like the way he does.

We get back in the car, and he starts driving. As I was still worried about him being pissed with me I stopped eating the toffees. An hour and half later I felt that weird taste in my mouth and throat. I tried controlling it by quickly popping a toffee into my mouth. And that was a mistake as it accelerated it. I quickly cover my mouth with my hand and with the other I started hitting him to stop the car.

"Do you want to throw up?" he asks me urgently as he quickly stopped the car to the side.

Throwing my sunglasses on my seat I ran out of the car and started emptying my stomach. I was throwing up when I felt him rubbing my back. Once my stomach was empty I felt better.

"Fine?" he asks me as he passed me a bottle of water.

Nodding I takes the bottle and wash my mouth and drinks it. I turn back to find him all green as he looked ahead at the road all the while rubbing my back.

"You are not looking well."

"If I see someone throwing up or get the smell, I throw up." He tells me still not looking at me.

"You should have stayed in the car."

"You needed my help."

And that was the moment I fell in love with my husband.

"Are you alright?" I asked him worried, he looked fine but still. Suddenly his welfare was of utmost importance to me.

"I am fine." He tells me smiling at me and I smile back at home.

"Maybe you should also eat toffee."

"I am fine, but I don't mind one."

I open the coffee bite and keep it near his lips. He opens his mouth and I push it in and his lips touches my finger and I quickly pull it away as I blushed uncontrollably. I feel his hand on my lap then he takes my hand and takes it to his lips. I blush even more when he kisses my hand. I shyly smile at him and he smiles back at me. No longer angry with me, I thought happily. Now thinking of it, I couldn't believe I had put his life at risk by driving so rashly. If something had happened to him what would have I done?

He had stopped the car at equal intervals so I could get some fresh air. As we stood on the road talking I felt happy and content. This feeling, being with my husband, the man I love, the feeling of joy as I got to know him little by little, like he was a lefty, he liked Bollywood movies more than Hollywood movies, he liked bikes to cars, this bliss could only be experienced, not told.

"Gauri..." he calls my name and I look at him smiling, the way he says my name it was as if I was the only girl in the world, or rather in his world.

Seeing him smiling at me cheekily I frown. "What?"

"I want to smoke."

"No."

"Please? I haven't smoked since we left home, and that was only for you. So please?"

"Fine. Just one. And no more today."

"Okay." He smiles happily at me as he quickly pulled out a cigarette from the packet and lit it. "If you want you can sit inside the car."

"It's okay." Though I was anti-smoking, I didn't want to go away from him, even though it was just to the car. I wanted to be with him all the time.

We stopped once more on our way to have coffee, and then at 6 we reached our hotel. The moment we reached our room I hurried to the bathroom to take a shower and then when Omkara went to take his shower I crashed on the bed to bliss. I woke up to find him on the bed watching TV silently.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Eight. Are you ready to eat?"

I realized that I was famished and smiles at him, "Yes."

"Do you want to have the food brought up here or go down to the restaurant?"

"Whichever is faster."

"Buffet then." He tells me chuckling.

Quickly adjusting my looks, we go down to have dinner.

After our dinner, I change into my night clothes, pajama and tshirts. I was brushing my hair when I found my husband watching me from behind. I smile at him through the mirror and gets back to removing my ear rings. I was keeping my ear rings on the table when I felt his hand on my waist. I look up in shock and he quickly whips me around. I looked at his eyes nervously as he pulled me closer to him. I have never been this close to anyone. His left hand travels up my body, touching me intimately. I found it hard to breathe as my body came awake. Then he cupped my face and ran his finger over my lips. I couldn't hold back my sigh and closes my eyes in content. I felt his lips on mine, feeling his lips pushing against mine, I open it for him instinctively. He takes my lips in his possessively as he kissed me creating havoc to my senses. All I could think about then was mating my lips with his as I hugged him and pressed my body against him.

I don't know what was up with my husband. One minute he is kissing me passionately and then the next he kisses me on the forehead patting me asking me to go to sleep. Now that I realize that I love him, I wanted to go all the way with him. I love him with my heart and I wanted to love him with my body but he seems to be not ready yet. I sigh and turn to look at him sleeping peacefully. He turns over hugging me and I smile content, I hold his hand and smiles closing my eyes; for now this was enough.

Next day morning, he had passionately kissed me again before we were on our way to Maasi Ma's house. We stopped for hours as we took in the serene beauty of the places as I was first time on this part of India. By late evening we reached her house and this time I didn't throw up as I kept a steady flow of coffee bites.

We were promptly whisked away to Maasi Ma's room as soon as we got out of the car. I was shocked seeing Maasi Ma, she was old, as old as anyone can possibly be. I now understood why Omkara had casually talked about her impending death, it was a shock to me that she lived this long. I sat next to Omkara as he sat next to her and took her hand in his and introduced me. I couldn't even tell if she was smiling at me or even if she understood who I was. I was told that she still recognized people, which I doubted. She looked absolutely disoriented. I don't know whether I liked her all that much because she didn't even look at me for a second.

"Ah, you are here." I heard a melodious tone.

I turn to look at the sound and found the most beautiful girl I would ever see in my life standing behind me.

"Hi Svetlana." Omkara smiles at her and she smiles at him then turns to glare at me.

"Gauri , this is Svetlana. Maasi Ma's brother-in-law's granddaughter. And Svetlana, this is Gauri . You know who she is." Omkara introduces us.

I nod at her and she shows me a face. I decided I didn't like her. Period.

"You were supposed to reach yesterday, right?" she asked Omkara.

"Yeah, but Gauri has motion sickness, so we decided to travel at a slower pace." He tells her.

And she smirks at me. I so wanted to wipe that smile off of her face. I glare at her instead. Soon we were glaring at each other.

"I think Maasi Ma slept." Omkara says as he stood up and I followed suit. If he was leaving this room, I so didn't want to stay here. Then he pulled me closer to him holding me by my waist and I couldn't help but blush as I went with him.

"How old is Maasi Ma?" I asked him as we entered our bedroom.

"I think 80+." He replies.

"She is Maaji's elder sister, right?" I asked shocked.

"Yup. Mom's side of the family is very weird." He tells me.

"How?"

"For one, Maasi Ma is elder to mom by some 30 years."

"Really?" I asked shocked. My! I am 23 years and I couldn't think of my parents doing it and Maaji's parents were defo doing it that age.

"What are you thinking, Gauri?" he asks me grinning widely at me as if he could hear my thoughts.

"Nothing. Then?"

"Then... Maasi Ma's son, who passed away when he was just a kid, was elder to mom."

"WHAT?" Oh God! Maasi Ma and her husband, and my grandparents-in-law were doing the deed around the same time?

"Now what are you thinking?" he asks grinning.

"Nothing! Then?"

"Then what... oh yeah, Maasi Ma and mom's mother is like some 14-15 years age difference."

"Really?" I ask my eyes wide open. My grandmother-in-law did the deed before she was even 14 and I am 23 and still a virgin! Even Omkara who is 27 is still a virgin. My generation is so far behind.

"I would give my life to hear your thoughts now." He tells me and I blush profusely thinking about what I was thinking. Then he pulls me closer to him kissing me soundly.

I hear the door slamming wide open and turn to look in shock to find Svetlana at the door glaring at us. I was quickly about to move away when Omkara tightened his hold on me.

"What is it, Svetlana?" he asks her in irritation.

"Dinner is ready."

"Why don't you go down? We'll be down in a bit." He tells her and she glares at me and furiously walks off leaving the door wide open.

I hear him sigh out loudly. "She doesn't like me."

"And you don't like her." he tells me as he looked at me.

"I am no saint to like people who hate me." I tell him shrugging making him chuckle.

"So?"

"So?" he asks me back.

"Do you want to tell me why she doesn't like me?"

He shrugs.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Maybe." He says and starts to walk off when I grab his collar and pull him towards me glaring into his eyes.

"Spill."

"Spill?" he asks smiling in a challenging sexy drawl.

"Yes. I want to know."

He chuckles. "There is nothing to it. Maasi Ma wanted me to marry Svetlana."

"And?" I ask when he acted as if the whole topic was well explained and done with.

"Obviously I didn't." he replies.

I glare at him "why didn't you?"

He starts frowning. "Are you saying that I should have married her instead of you?"

"You are married to me, let's not question that. But haven't you seen how beautiful she is?" and how ordinary I look, I wanted to ask him.

"I am not blind, Gauri. I have seen her and maybe I might have had a crush on her when I was a teenager."

I didn't like hearing that one bit he was not supposed to have feelings for anyone other than me.

"The reason Maasi Ma was pushing for my marriage so much was because she wanted me to marry Svetlana and also because she consider me as her son." He tells me shrugging.

"Why didn't you marry her?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"She is beautiful."

"Why don't you like her?" he asked me.

"Because I didn't get any nice, good person vibes from her."

"Ah! There you have it." He tells me.

"That is why you didn't marry her."

"Yes."

"Hmmm."

"What hmmm?" he asks imitating me.

"Nothing."

He suddenly pulls me closer to him hugging me. "You don't have to be insecure about her."

"I can't help it." I say and bite my tongue, my friends are going to kill me. "I meant, it doesn't matter to me how good looking she is."

"It shouldn't. You should see yourself through my eyes then you might know what you are." He tells me and walks away leaving me gaping.

Was that a compliment or an insult? Did he say I was that beautiful to him or that I was such a clown and I shouldn't even try to compete with Svetlana's good looks? Who am I kidding? It is me and it is him, definitely he meant clown.

Dinner was terrible as I tried to ignore both my husband and Svetlana. I was upset about the whole clown thing though he didn't realize it. Svetlana was sitting across me as she glared at Omkara and me. Now that I know Omkara also didn't like her all that much she didn't matter to me, she didn't even deserve my dislike, I decided. I have better things to do in life, like make my husband eat his words and say that I was the most beautiful girl to him. Who am I kidding? Not in a hundred births that was going to happen. But I could make him fall in love with me. But how? I wished I was like normal girls who knew what to say and when to say. My biggest drawback was I spoke my mind. I was no mystery to my husband and because of that I was of no interest to him. I sigh. Never marry someone who was better looking than you, and if you do please never make the mistake of falling in love with that person. I was never bothered about my looks but ever since he entered my life apart from him that was all I thought about. I felt miserable and I wanted my parents. I was missing them as I thought of them my eyes started filling with tears. I quickly excused myself and went to our room.

The moment my face hit on the pillow I burst out crying and a second later I hear the door open.

"Gauri, what happened?"

I push my face further onto the pillow as I tried to muffle my wail.

"What happened, Gauri?" he asked me as he gently rubbed my head with his hand. "Please look at me, Gauri."

He sounded worried and I look at him. He looked pale and upset, then he suddenly turned furious, "Did that Svetlana do something?"

"I'll kill her if she tries to act smart with me." I tell him furiously making him smile tenderly at me. The way he was smiling at me I fell in love with him all the more, which made me upset all the more that he doesn't love me, which in turn made me miss my parents even more which ultimately made me cry even louder.

"What happened, biwi?" he asks me as he pulled me up and hugged me.

"Are you not happy with me?" he asks me sadly.

"I am."

"Then?"

"I miss Papa and Ma." I whisper to him as I wail and feel him relax as he cuddled me.

"That's it? When we get back home, I'll take you to see them."

"You will?" I ask him as I turned to look at him.

"Of course, Gauri." he tells me smiling as he hugged me again.

I was dozing off when I heard his voice in the dark. "Gauri ..."

"Yes?" I turn to him fully awake now.

"Don't ever cry again. I couldn't bear it when I saw you cry." He tells me as he gently rubbed my cheeks. I couldn't see his face in the dark but his voice was enough for me to understand that maybe I meant a great deal more to my husband than I realized. Overcome with happiness and love I hug him. He hugs me back and we stayed like that for some time. Then he gently rolled me over onto my back with his body. Then the bedside lamp comes on and I turn to look at the lamp to find Omkara's hand on the switch. I turn to look at my husband and he was studying my face. He kept looking at my face while I waited for him to get down to business. Then making up his mind he leans down and starts kissing me on my lips, and I start kissing him back with equal vigor.

We continued to kiss for a while then he abruptly pulls away and I moan in disappointment. Then he was kissing me on the neck. As he kissed me on my neck, the moment his lips brushed a particular spot on my neck something exploded in me. Seeing me arch against him and my reaction he concentrates on that area. His gentle assault on the sensitive area of my neck was making me go crazy and I just couldn't handle the pleasure.

"Stop."

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked me.

"Yes..."

"Yes?"

"No."

"No?" he asks me chuckling.

"I don't know."

He chuckles and continues to create havoc to my senses. I was going crazy when he started tugging on my top and I lean up so he could remove it. He throws my top on the floor and turns to look at me and looks at me in shock. Another quick fact, I don't wear underclothes when I sleep. As he stared at my chest I stared at him, not at all shy. I was not shy, I belonged to him and I was proud of it that he was the only man who would touch me so intimately. I gasp when I felt him on my chest. I was going crazy as he kept his gentle assault going, then abruptly he stopped as he looked up at me.

"It is getting late. We should sleep." He tells me and rolls over to his side and closes his eyes.

I looked at him in shock wondering what happened. Maybe he was tired and was feeling sleepy. I tried to console myself as I wore my top and switched off the light.

I was wiping my body in front of the mirror when I noticed a mark on my chest and I squinted at it, a love bite. I blush profusely thinking how he had branded me as his. As I happily stood in front of the mirror admiring the hickey I spotted another one and I became angry and embarrassed. It was one thing to give a hickey where only both of us could see and another thing to give me a hickey where the whole world could see.

Quickly wearing my clothes I come out of the bathroom to find him near the window smoking again. His day started with a cigarette. I furiously march towards him and he cheekily grins seeing me.

"I know you don't like me smoking, but I have cut down a lot and I hardly smoke in a day now. So please let me finish this."

Hands on hips I glare at him, "Look what you did!"

"What?" he asks frowning though he couldn't help smile. I guess he found something funny about the way I was furious at him.

"Look at this." I tell him as I pointed to my neck.

He looks at it and then the man had the nerve to smile proudly at it.

"Everyone will see! And they will know what we were doing at night." I tell him if the daft man didn't realize the repercussions of his actions.

His smile grew wider. "I like it." He says in a sexy drawl as he pulled me closer to him and started kissing me on my hickey and needless to say I was distracted.

Breakfast was better today as Maasi Ma's daughter had come to visit us, and she was nice enough company. She talked non-stop about some relatives that I didn't know about.

"What is that on your neck?" Svetlana asks me.

I realize my Dupatta had come down a little revealing the mark. I quickly pull it up as I heard my husband coughing to cover his laughter. I turn to glare at him which was a wasted effort as he was not looking at me; he was hiding his face with the glass on his lips.

"Is that a birth mark?" she asks me in disgust.

"Please mind your own business." I tell her before I could think, making my husband coughing again. "Did water go up your nose? Do you want me to whack your back?" I ask him glaring.

He turns to me and winks at me. Winks at me for all to see!

"It must be terrible for you to have a mark like that. I can understand why you are trying to cover it up." She tells me in fake pity making me all the more furious.

"Don't cover it up, Gauri." Omkara cheekily tells me.

I didn't know who I was furious at, Svetlana or my husband. "What is it, Svetlana?" finally Meera aunty asks as she turned to inspect my neck making me all the more conscious as I pulled my dupatta up. Then she starts chuckling, "Oh Svetlana! You are such a child."

"Why would you say that? I am not a kid." she says irritated.

"You'll understand what that is once you get married." She says patting her and then burst out laughing making me want to dig a hole and bury myself in it.

I see Svetlana furiously looking at Omkara and me, and I know it is sick but I found a small victory in it that now she realized that Omkara belong to me and me alone.

I walked into our room to find him checking his mails. "You are not touching me till we leave this house." I tell him.

That definitely got his attention. "What?" he asks looking up in shock.

"You heard me right. I can't go through that again. No more touching me till we leave this house."

"We are leaving only tomorrow." He reminds me.

"I know."

He sighs.

"I want your word."

"You sure?" he asks me frowning.

"Yes! I have never been this embarrassed in my life."

"Fine, you have my word." He says irritated.

"What are your thoughts on babies?" I asked him as we lay on the bed to sleep.

"Babies? Haven't thought much on it." He replies as he looked at me smiling.

"You want, right?"

"Of course. Even you want, right?"

"Obviously. How many?" I asked him.

"I don't know. How many you want?"

"One." I tell him smiling.

"Only one?" he asks me.

"Yes. One girl."

"Will she have curly hair like you?" he asks me touching my hair.

I blush and say, "It's hard to manage so I don't want her to have it."

He sighs sadly, "I would have loved our daughter to have your hair." I just couldn't believe that he could like something I hated the most in me.

"What about a boy?" he asks me.

"You want a son?"

"I don't mind." He says smiling.

"Then one boy and one girl." I tell him smiling.

"Both of them should have your eyes." I tell him making him chuckle.

"A boy with your hair would also look very cute."

I think of a baby boy with curly hair and his eyes, and I fell in love with the baby instantly.

"I would love that." I tell him smiling.

He lovingly touches my cheeks and I realized he was going to kiss me. Then I realized two things when my husband sighs and turns to sleep on his back asking me to sleep. One that my husband was through and through a gentleman; and two, that I was a bloody idiot to take his word like that. I wanted to tell him he needn't stick to his word but then my shyness was stopping me.

The next day, I finally talked to Maasi Ma and she seemed sweet enough and genuinely happy for Omkara and me. I guess she forgave Omkara for marrying me instead of Svetlana. Then after bidding bye to everyone we were on our way.

We were staying at the same hotel tonight. After dinner Omkara goes to take his shower while I opened my suitcase to take my night clothes. I curse realizing that I had brought the wrong nightclothes with me. Instead of my satin gown I had brought my shorts and top which I was supposed to wear on my honeymoon trip, well according to my friends, I don't have the brains for all that. Since my other clothes were dirty and the only one I had left is for tomorrow. Another fact about me, I pack the exact number of clothes I would need, not one more or less.

Omkara comes out of the bathroom in his towel as the water dripped from all over his body. I blushed as I tried not to stare. He was such a hot man and I loved him to bits, it took all I possessed not to pounce on him. I sigh as I walked into the bathroom. After my shower I come out in my spaghetti strap satin top and satin shorts. The moment I stepped out I found him standing in the balcony smoking. Hearing me he turns to look at me, and he stood there staring at me because I was staring at him. He was looking gorgeously, outrageously, unbelievably hot in a white shirt and black pants. He hadn't wiped his body as the shirt was clinging to his body, leaving nothing to one's imagination. I stopped breathing as he flicked his cigarette away and came towards me.

I stood there mesmerized watching his sexy stride towards me. He stops in front of me as he looked me with passion filled eyes. The way he was looking at me I felt heat spread all through my body as I realized that he was not staring at me because I was staring at him, he was staring at me because, the thought itself made me blush. I feel him tuck my hair behind my ears and blushes. He leans down and kisses me on my cheeks. Then his lips trail down to my neck and to my shoulder. As he kissed my shoulder blade, he with a finger pulls my strap and it slips down my shoulder slightly. Maybe because I was half naked or maybe because he was looking million bucks I felt too shy and hug him hiding my face on his chest.

"How much more time do you want, Gauri? I know you have known me for less than 10 days and it is not fair on my part to push you into this. I just can't stop myself anymore like the last few days. I don't think I can wait anymore." He tells me in a desperate tone.

"Wait for what?" I ask him frowning wondering what he meant by that.

"To be mine."

"I am yours!" I told him frowning, wondering if he was stupid and if that was why he had abruptly stopped every time, thinking I needed time?

Hearing that he looks at me confused for a second, and then he asks me smiling, "Do you love me, Gauri?"

I go pale and ask him in shock, "How did you find out?" My friends had told me never to let my husband find out if and when I fall in love with him before he tells me about his feelings. If he knew that I love him then he'll always have the upper hand. Now he knew.

"I didn't. But now I know." he tells me smiling happily.

Seeing the joy on his face, I decided screw my friends, his joy was more important to me, "I love you." I tell him with all the love in my heart.

He hugs me happily. "I love you too, Gauri."

"Really?" I was shocked beyond belief. He was in love with me.

"Yes." he says as he looked at me smiling lovingly.

"Why?" I ask him still not able to believe him.

He laughs out loudly. "Maybe later I'll tell you. Now be mine. I want to make love to you." He tells me and I blush profusely.

He waited for me to reply and I asked him, "Isn't me blushing answer enough?"

Chuckling, he starts kissing me. He lifts me up and I wrap my arms around his neck as I blushed happily. He places me on the bed and gets on top of me.

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Tum Ho Paas Mere

Saath Mere

Ho Tum Yoon

Jitna Mehsoos Karoon Tumko

Utna Hi Paa Bhi Loon

Tum Ho Mere Liye

Mere Liye Ho Tum Yoon

Khud Ko Main Haar Gaya Tum Ko

Tumko Main Jeeta Hoon Ho Oh Hooo

Kaise Yeh Ishq Hai

Kaisa Yeh Khwaab Hai

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Kaise Yeh Ishq Hai

Kaisa Yeh Khwaab Hai

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Jeene Ke Andaaz Hi Badle Hain

In Lamhon Ke Daaman Mein

Pakiza Se Riste Hain

Koi Kalma Mohabat Ka

Dohrate Farishte Hain

Nagmein Hi Nagmein Hai Jagti Soti Fizaon Mein

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Ishq Hai Jaise Hawaon Mein.... Hawaon Mein

He leans up as he brushed my hair with a finger making me blush all the more. Seeing him looking at me with so much passion I shyly look away. He leans down and kisses me on my temple and I close my eyes blushing. Then he whispered to me again, "I love you."

I blush happily not even able to tell him that I too love him. He kisses me all over my face slowly and I felt it till my toes as they curled up. As his lips trailed down my face I felt his wet hair on my cheeks and happily giggle feeling the wet tickling sensation. He looks up at me smiling, "What?"

"Your hair, it is tickling me." I tell him happily smiling at him.

He chuckles and takes my lips in his kissing me thoroughly. Then he leaves my lips and moves down kissing me. "It's fading." He tells me as he touched my neck.

"What?" I ask him breathlessly.

"The hickey."

"Good." I reply, I had enough embarrassment with that hickey to last me a life time.

He grins at me with a naughty glint.

"Don't." I warn him and gasp feeling his lips on that sensitive spot on my neck.

I arch myself and writhe in pleasure as I felt him kiss, suck and bite me there.

"Omkaraa." I moan his name. I wanted something, I don't know what but I wanted it and only he could give me. I was confused and I couldn't think straight. I feel his hand creeping up under my top and I go wild as I felt him take hold of my bossom. I started moaning and sighing as he did wonderful things to me. He starts removing my top and I lift my hands so he could remove it with ease as my clothes were becoming a hindrance to me. I wanted to strip and was happy he was doing it for me.

As I lay topless, he looks at my naked chest. We both were breathing harder. Then he frowns seeing my second hickey and looks up at me grinning. "You didn't tell me about this."

I blush.

He leans down near my ears and says, "The other one might be feeling left out that I didn't give proper attention to it. Don't you think so?" I cover my face blushing furiously and then gasp feeling his mouth on my bosom.

I watched him as he stripped out of his clothes. I was no longer shy as I boldly watched him get out of his clothes. Once he was out of his clothes he gets on top of me again, and I sigh feeling him on me as our bodies touched each other without any barrier. I hug him tight and start kissing him on his shoulder blades as I gripped his wet hair with one hand and ran my other hand on his shoulders. I slowly start losing contact with his shoulders as he started going down my body kissing me. He kissed every inch of my body and I had lost my entire senses bar for the sense of touch as he branded me as his.

Finally he comes up to me and gently says my name "Gauri." as he looked at my eyes I knew what he wanted and nods my head and instantly wrap my legs over his waist. "Hold me tight." he instructs me and I do as he told me. Then I felt him enter me and I flinch in pain. But the pain didn't last long and the pleasure return with an intensity that I couldn't handle and soon everything went blank as I went to heaven with my husband.

I opened my eyes to see that I was sleeping alone on the bed. I look around to find Omkara sitting near the window. He had pulled up a chair towards the window and he was sitting on it with his leg stretched out resting on the window sill.

"Omkara."

Hearing my voice he turned to look at me. He was wearing his white shirt and black pants from earlier. I patted on the bed. He quickly gets up and comes towards the bed.

"Didn't sleep?" I asked him as he got on the bed.

"I couldn't sleep." He tells me. Then lifting the blanket he slips in. He moves closer over to me and then he holds my face with his left hand while he balanced himself on his right hand. He looks me in the eye with passion filled eyes and I shyly smile at him realizing what he had in mind. Seeing me smile, he leans down and starts kissing me on the neck on the left side then moving to right side he continues kissing me now more passionately, hungrily and demandingly. I wrap my arms around him as I let him take us to heaven again.

Next day morning, I wake up happily remembering all that happened between Omkara and me. I truly belong to him now, heart, body and soul. I loved him with all that I am and all that I will ever be. And by some strange twist of fate he too loved me. I smile happily as I watched him sleep. I wondered how he could possibly love me. What was so great about me? I kiss him on his forehead and he quickly hugs me, rolls me over and lies on my chest. I chuckle realizing he was still sleeping. Feeling his head bouncing up and down he wakes up frowning, then seeing me obviously naked he grins, "What a way to wake up!"

Much much later, we were on our way back home.

"When did you fall in love with me?" I asked him.

He smiles at me as he kissed my hand "Why is it so hard for you to believe that I can love you?"

"Because you are so perfect and..."

"And?"

"I am me." I say embarrassed.

"And that is why I love you."

"Really?" I ask him shocked; he could love me for being me? even my parents wanted me to change.

"You are innocent yet wild. You speak your mind, what's on your heart is on your face. It's something very rare these days." He tells me. "But I fell in love with you when I met you at first. These things made me love you more." He explains.

"You fell in love with me then?" I asked shocked.

He laughs, "Yes, Gauri... When my mother suggested that we should be allowed to talk and your mother was scandalized."

"Yeah I remember that."

"That time I saw it on your face."

"What?" I asked him confused.

"You didn't agree with your mother. You wanted to argue then you controlled yourself."

"You fell in love with my disagreement?" I asked shocked, he was weird.

"No. You didn't agree to it but still you respected your mother's sentiments, didn't object and I liked that about you. That is why I decided to marry you."

"Oh! So what about my looks?" I ask him as I couldn't take it anymore that he was the better looking one among us.

"Your parents had sent me your photo, remember?"

"Yes."

"I saw that and I found you very beautiful, so I came to see you." He explains.

"You think I am beautiful?" I ask breathlessly.

"I don't know whether it is the truth or it is simply the way I feel, I have never seen anyone more beautiful than you." He tells me and I smile happily at him as my eyes filled with happy tears and I take his hand and kiss it, it was because of the way he feels about me as I knew I was not that beautiful.

We were about to reach home when I got a call from my friends to meet up. I turn to Omkara, even though I wanted to go I wanted his consent in it.

"My friend Anika is in town tonight. She is here just for tonight, and she wants us girls to meet up for a girls' night out."

"Hmmm... whole night?" he asks me.

"No, I'll come back my midnight as the pubs would be closing by then."

"You are going pubbing?" he asks curiously.

I nodded my head excitedly.

"You drink?" he asks me and I smile at him cheekily. "You are going to come back drunk, aren't you?" he asks me in dread.

"Only once in a blue moon I drink." I tell him.

"Okay fine, go. But don't tell my parents. They are a little conservative in that. I'll tell them that we are going out to Shivaay's place for dinner. Then once you are done give me a call I'll come and bring you home."

"THANK YOU!" I happily shouts as I kissed him on his cheeks. And I quickly make plans to meet up with my friends.

I got ready in a black halter top and jeans. Omkara walks in and stops in shock.

"What?" I ask him as he walked towards.

"You sure you want to go?" he asks me as he pushed me to the bed falling on top of me as he kissed my neck.

I giggle and tells him, "I have to go."

He sighs and leans up. He looks at me lovingly as he caressed my cheeks. Maybe because now I realize that he found me beautiful that I felt beautiful for the first time in my life. I smile happily at him.

"My parents can't see you in this." He tells me.

"I know." I say rolling my eyes as I pushed him off and wore my lose tshirt on top of it. "How do you think I went partying before?" I ask chuckling.

He shakes his head, "and when you got back, your parents never caught you?"

"I climb the wall and sneak into my room. So they never catch me or I would simply tell them that I was crashing at my friend's place." I tell him laughing.

"One day I want to take you clubbing." He tells me as he hugged me.

awww I am going to miss him when I go with my girls.

"Wohoooooooooo" I shouted as I gulped my tequila.

"Look at her!" Anika tells everyone as she hugged me. "Can't believe you are married!" Anika says.

"You broke the chain. You were supposed to marry last, and you married first." Bhavya says laughing.

We had a chain, Ritu being the most beautiful was supposed to get married first according to our prediction and I was supposed to marry last as everyone thought I could never fall for a guy, as everyone including myself thought I was asexual. How wrong were they?

"I am married and in love with my husband." I say as I raised my next shot.

"To Omkara Singh Oberoi! The best man alive!"

"To Omkara Singh Oberoi!" they all follow and I gulped down my drink.

"How was the sex, Gauri?" Anika asks me as she nudged me laughing.

"Hey isn't it a little too soon for sex? It's not even a week since they got married." Ritu asks confused.

I was on my fourth shot and I had lost control of my tongue completely, "Sex is AWESOME! A U S E M! AWESOME!"

"Wow! Gauri, that good?"

"The goodest!" I declare. "You know what is better than sex?" I ask the girls.

"What?" they asks giggling, they were drunk.

"My husband! Nothing and nobody is better than him. I love him."

"Who would have thought Gauri to be wedded and bedded and in love, so soon?" Ritu asks laughing.

"Not me!" I reply happily. We all laugh happily.

Finally the pub was closing and I took my phone and dialed my husband.

"Gauri?" he answers the call.

"Omkara Singh Oberoi, my love."

"Oh God! You are drunk." He replies.

"No! I am not. But I am high. You know why?"

"I am on my way to pick you up." He tells me.

"You know why?" I ask him again.

"No. Tell me."

"Because you intoxicate me. You are my biggest intoxication. My very own vodka, tequila, scotch, whiskey everything." then the girls giggle hearing that.

"Gauri is being romantic." They chuckle.

"SShhh! I am talking to my O. Keep quiet." I tell them glaring at them.

"Come out, I am almost there."

"I am out."

"Yeah, I can see you." He tells me and I feel lights on me as he drove up next to me.

Seeing him I happily run to him. "I missed you!" I say as I hug him.

"God! You are so drunk."

"No! intoxicated." I say as I looked at his eyes and he smiles at me lovingly. "I love you." I tell him.

"And I love you." He replies. And I hear my friends sighing. I turn to look at them and smile, "Everybody, meet my husband, My Omkara. And O, meet my friends. That is Anika, Bhavya and Ritu." I point out everyone to him.

"Hi!" He says smiling at them as he held me to keep me steady.

"We have to drop them home." I tell him as I pointed at my friends.

"Okay."

Omkara was carrying me up to our room as he lovingly looked at my face. "O..."

"Yes?" he asks smiling.

"I love you."

"I know, love." He replies smiling as he gently placed me on the bed.

"You know what?"

"What?" he asks as he removed my sandals.

"It amazes me that you love me. But I am happy you love me." I tell him smiling and he chuckles. "You want to know something funny?"

"What?" he asks me as he removed my tshirt that he made me wear in the car.

"I think I am very ugly but now when you look at me I feel that I am the most beautiful girl in the world."

"It is because you are." He tells me as he cupped my face and kissed me.

"Let's make love." I tell him excited.

"No." he replies.

"Why?" I ask sadly, he didn't want to make love to me?

"You are not in your senses. So I don't want to make love to you when you are not in your senses." he tells me with finality.

"Don't you love me anymore?" I ask as I cried.

"I do, but I'll make love to you only when you are in your senses." He replies stubbornly.

"I am in my senses."

"No, you are not." He replies as he pushed me onto the bed and put the blanket over me. he gets on the bed and I sit up and start removing my clothes and throws it at him. Once I was naked I snuggle closer to him, "Let's make loooooveeeeeeeeee" and I passed out.

I wake up with a pounding headache. I sit up holding my head. Looking down I realized that I was naked and I clutched my blanket to my chest. What the hell happened last night? I couldn't remember much after we started drinking. I turn to look at Omkara and relax seeing him. I felt peaceful seeing him.

He smiles at me, "Good morning!"

"What happened last night?" I ask him.

He pulls me down on the bed and hugs me tightly. I relax as he hugged me though I was feeling shy that I was naked while he seemed completely clothed.

"You got drunk."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Did I do something to embarrass you?"

"Hmmm wait let me think." He says as he looked thoughtful. "You told your friends that I was damn good in bed and sex was absolutely awesome."

"I did?" I ask shocked and scandalized. Try as I may, I just couldn't remember it.

"You did. And I think her name was Anika, she kept asking me whether it was true."

"She did?" I ask shocked.

"She did."

"And what did you tell her?"

"I tried to ignore her."

"Oh Good." I say relaxing.

"I said I tried."

"Then?"

"She kept poking me and you kept pulling my face to turn and answer Anika."

"I did?" I ask shocked.

"Yes, did I mention that I was driving?" he asks me and I shake my head in no. "So I finally had to agree that I was damn good in bed and the sex was just awesome."

"You did?" I ask covering my eyes in dread.

"Then she asked me how good you are in bed."

"And?"

"I must say, you girls are obsessed with sex." He tells me.

I pull the blanket over my head in dread. He pulls it down smiling at me, "Don't you want to know what I told your friend?"

"What?"

"I told her that you were good in bed, best I ever had."

"I was the only one you ever had." I remind him.

"Well she doesn't know that, does she?"

"I don't know." I reply in dread.

"I don't think so, if she did she would have definitely asked me that too."

"Then what happened?"

"Then she asked me if I love you."

"And I told her I did."

"That's it?" I ask hoping that that was the end of it.

"No. then you made me tell them how beautiful I thought you were."

"I did?" I asked shocked.

"Yes. Then you told them how you think I am blind in thinking you beautiful."

"I embarrassed you a lot, right?" I ask him sadly, I hated myself for putting him through that.

He smiles, "Don't worry, Gauri. If you don't remember all that then trust me none of them would."

"You sure?" I ask hopefully.

"They were drunk as a skunk and you were the more sober one."

"Aren't you angry with me?"

"Why should i? I have had worse drunk days." He tells me smiling.

I was about to get up and he pulled me down, "Why aren't you asking me why you are naked?"

"I know."

"You remember that?" he asks me shocked.

"No."

"Then?"

"I might have tried to rape you but since you are fully clothed I know nothing happened."

In reply he bursts out laughing. "One day, when we have time tell me why your friends think that you are asexual and why I have never seen that side of yours." He tells me as he rolled me over and got on top of me.

"They told you that also?" I ask shocked.

"Yes, and then you came home proving them wrong as you insisted that we make love. Then you got naked and suggested we make love and passed out. And I have been lying awake all night for you to come to your senses and take you up on the offer." He tells me as he started kissing me.

That night we were in bed as I snuggled he tells me, "Last night you kept calling me O."

"I did?" I ask surprised.

"Yes."

"Would you like it if I call you, O?"

I ask smiling realizing I wanted to call him O, something personal, a name that only I can call him.

"Yes." He replies smiling.

"O." I call him and he smiles at me.

I was sleeping off when he gentle tells me, "We might have made a baby."

I came awake with a start. "You think so?"

"We haven't used protection all these time." He reminds me.

"I didn't think about it." I tell him. Was I ready for a baby? I wanted to have a baby but at the same time I wanted us to get to know each other be each other's world for some time.

"Do you want a baby soon?" he asks me.

"I don't mind waiting. You?"

"Same. I didn't think we would become so close so soon, so I didn't buy any protection. Tomorrow I'll buy."

"But what if I am pregnant already?" I ask him worried.

"If you are then we will have this baby." He tells me smiling.

I smile happily at him, "Yes, if we made a baby then we will have that baby otherwise just the two of us for some time." I was confused though as a part of me wanted to have a baby quickly while another part of me wanted to wait.

O was getting ready for office and I went to him worried.

"O, I haven't got my periods yet."

He looks at me confused and asks me, "When were you supposed to get it?"

"Yesterday." I tell him.

He smiles, "Relax, Gauri. Wait for a few days."

"But what if I am pregnant?" I ask him worried.

"We had decided, right?" he asks me as he hugged me.

"Yes. I just wish I could know quickly."

"Do you want to see a doctor?"

"No, we'll wait for a few days. Maybe I am just late."

A week later, I feel him kissing me on my ears and open my eyes smiling. I loved it when he woke me up with a kiss. As I looked at him, with all my love, the nausea suddenly hit me. Pushing him off I ran to the bathroom slamming the door shut on my way.

"Gauri?" he knocks on the door as I threw up. "Do you want me to come in?"

"No." I managed to say.

"You don't sound good. I am coming in." and a second later he was next to me as he rubbed my back.

Once I had emptied my stomach on to the bowel I flushed the toilet. I moved to the wash basin to wash my face and mouth.

"You alright?" he asks me and I nodded my head.

"I'll be right out. I need to brush my teeth." I tell him as I needed privacy to come to terms with my big news.

He quickly leaves and closes the door. I started brushing my teeth as my other hand went to my stomach. The moment I touched my stomach I realized that this was what I truly wanted, O's baby. I realized that I love my baby but I loved O's baby more.

With the happiness brimming I come out to find him pacing in the room.

"You alright, Gauri ? What happened suddenly?" he asks me worried.

Maybe seeing the big smile on my face he stops his pacing and looks at me in confusion. I walk to him and happily smile at him. He looks at me for a while then his face breaks out into the biggest smile ever, "We are pregnant?" he asks me excitedly and I nod happily.

He scoops me up and twirls me around happily laughing. He stops quickly too and as I looked at his face dangling in the air my heart filled with so much love for him that my eyes filled with tears. Then I saw tears in his eyes as he happily told me, "I love you, Gauri. Thanks for this."

"I love you, O. And thanks to you too." I tell him laughing happily.

Since I refused to do it, O informed both our parents about our baby and they were so excited about the baby, in fact more than us. Then I was pampered from all sides as suddenly everyone was concerned about what I ate and what I did. First few days, I enjoyed it but then I started getting irritated when they wouldn't let me move only, my husband being the worst of all. As the doctor had informed him that I had poly-cystic ovary syndrome, that I needed complete bed rest specially the first tri-semester which he took to mean that I should be bed ridden. I was fuming in our room when he walked in smiling.

"Hello love. How was your day?"

"How do you think my day was?" I ask him angrily. He smiles at me. "I sit here whole day watching tv and reading these stupid film and women's magazines. Maaji comes here for a while to talk to me then I am all alone here. I am bored."

"This is for our baby and you, Gauri. Don't make it hard on me." he tells me cutely.

I sigh when he looks at me like that I can never hold on to my temper.

"I got you some books on pregnancy." He tells me smiling.

"Show me." I excitedly take and check the books. "At least, I'll get to read something useful." Seeing him watching me lovingly I hug him "I am sorry that I am making this so hard on you."

He hugs me back and says, "You are throwing up every morning. You can't leave your bed. When you are going through all that for our baby, I should also go through something, right?"

"Why are you so nice?" I ask him helplessly. He doesn't even make it easy for me to be angry on him.

He laughs in reply. "What is our baby saying today?" he asks me excitedly as he kept his ears on my tummy.

"Baby wants to eat chocolates."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, Gauri?" he asks me as he looked at me. "I would have got it on my way. I'll go get it now." He says and starts to get up from the bed.

I hold his hand, "It's okay. Tomorrow will be fine."

"No... no... when you are pregnant, you should eat whatever you feel like. I'll get it quickly. What chocolate you want?" he asks me as he hurried out.

I call out to him "Diary Milk."

"Okay!"

I was on my second month when Maasi Ma passed away. Since I couldn't travel, I went to my house while O and everyone went for the funeral. O was really worried about leaving me alone, so worried that my father was forced to remind him that I was his daughter that he would take good care of me. O kept calling me from there to check on me. I was missing him so badly, as this was the first time we were separated from each other and we both were not happy about it. I even cried when he left. A week later, he had come back but couldn't take me home as Maaji had stayed back at Maasi Ma's house for a few more days and since there was no one to take care of me when O went to office, I remained at my place. But every day he came to see me.

"Gauri , stand up." O told me as he held something behind his back. I stood up wondering what he wanted. He took out a measuring tape and measured my protruding stomach making me laugh. I was on my fifth month and had started showing quite evidently now. He was so cute and I was falling in love with him all the more. Earlier before I found out I was pregnant I was worried that if I got pregnant soon then we would be so engrossed in our baby that we might lose each other in the process. But it proved wrong as the pregnancy had brought us even more closer and I realized that the baby will only bring us even more closer. O was a wonderful father already, and I just knew it in me that he would be a hands-on father.

I was drinking water when I felt it first. "O." I whisper to him.

He quickly looks at me as he hurried to me. "What Gauri?"

I took his hand and kept it on my stomach. "What happened?" he asks confused.

"Be still." I told him and waited. Then our baby kicked again. "Did you feel that?" I ask him excited.

"Yeah! Do it once more." He says excitedly as he sat on the floor next to me.

"I am not the one doing it." I say rolling my eyes.

He moves closer to my stomach and whispers, "Once more, baby. Once more." Then the baby kicked again. "Daddy's baby!" O says excitedly as he happily felt the kick. Then he kisses my stomach, "I love you, sweetheart." Then he hugs me happily, "I love you. Did you see how the baby listened to me?" he asks excitedly then he felt the kick on his stomach. He moves back excitedly, "There again." he hugs me again and the baby kicks again.

It took me three times to realize it. I burst out laughing as I informed my husband, "Daddy's baby doesn't want daddy to hug mummy!"

"What? No." he says as he hugged me and the baby kick again. He looks at me in shock and asks "What is this, Gauri?" he sounded so worried and cute I just couldn't help laugh out loud again.

I was looking out of the window when I felt him hug me from behind. I sigh sadly. "You ready to go?" he asks me.

"Yeah." I reply as I wiped my tears. I was going to my house for delivery. I was happy to go to my house but leaving O behind was hurting me. I would miss him terribly and I knew he would miss me also terribly.

"Take care of yourself. Don't start smoking again." I tell him. He had quit smoking when I got pregnant as it was not good for our baby.

"I'm getting too tensed lately." He tells me.

"Still don't start again."

"Okay. When you and our baby comes back home then I'll have to quit again. So I won't start." He promises me and I happily smile at him. "Eat on time, and don't worry about me. I'll be fine here. I'll come and see you every day."

I kept the receiver on my stomach as O talked to our baby and baby kept replying by kicking. I chuckle as I took the receiver to my ears. "I am here." I tell him as I heard him coochie cooing to our baby.

"You are all ready?" he asks me.

"Yes. Don't worry, O. Everything is normal." I tell him knowing he was really worried about the delivery. I was getting admitted to the hospital tomorrow as the next week was my due date. I was talking to him when I felt it. "O." I said as I gasped.

"What, Gauri?" he asks worried.

"I think it is time." I say as I tried to take a calming breath.

"Don't say that." He says panicking.

I shout in pain. "O, I need you here." I tell him as I tried to put up brave front.

"Ohmigod! Gauri! This is not supposed to happen now, where is your father?" he asks me and I could hear him running down the stairs screaming for his parents.

Then I felt my water breaking. "My water broke." I tell him as I panicked now.

"Where is your father?"

"I need YOU, O!" I scream at him.

"I'm coming. Dad, pass me your phone!" I hear him. "Don't worry, Gauri I am on the way." I hear him. "Papa? Where are you? Gauri 's water broke! Go to her room and bring her to the hospital" I hear him screaming at my father through his father's phone. Then my door burst open and my parents hurried in to take me to the hospital. "O, come fast, I am scared."

"I am on my way to the hospital, Gauri. I'll meet you there."

I screamed out in pain as I tried to push. "Push, Gauri." he kept chanting nervously.

"I am trying." I scream at him then another contraction and I screamed out in pain.

"Just keep pushing more." He said as he bounced up and down nervously holding my hand.

"SHUT UP! It's all because of you!" I shout at him as I couldn't believe I'm going through so much pain and all he had to do was just shout push push push.

"Just push harder!" he told me. As another contraction hit me I held his hand squeezed hard as I put all my strength to push. Then we both screamed in pain, I knew why I was screaming but I didn't know why he was screaming.

"My hand!" he screamed and I screamed louder than him. Then I heard a baby crying. I fall down tired and he was next to me "Gauri, you alright?"

"Yes. Baby?" I asked as I looked at him.

He disappears from my view and a second later he comes back with our baby, "Samara." He tells me as he showed me our daughter.

We had decided to name our daughter Samara and if a boy then Aarav. I smile at our baby as I gently touched her.

"She has your hair." He tells me happily. I look at him and he asks me "You are not upset, right?" he asks me worried.

"Because she has my hair?" I asked him and he nods his head. Then I told him what I have wanted to tell him for a long time now. "Living with you for these 10 months, I realized something."

"What?"

"Looking at myself through your eyes, I realized how very beautiful I am and how beautiful my hair is."

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