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Om watched his mother taking his new wife into the bedroom and looked on furiously. Few minutes later his mother comes out of his bedroom and turns to him.

"Om..." she starts and he without waiting to hear what she was about to say turns on his heels and walks out ignoring the frantic calls of his parents.

Om was sitting at the pub dunking down drinks after drinks. How much ever he drank, he was not getting high. He sighs furiously. Nothing went as he wanted. He had loved Ridhima and now he was married to someone else. Life was a bitch.

He feels a hand crawling on his waist and turns around furiously to find Ridhima. He removes her hand from his person and scowls at her.

"I knew you would be here tonight. We used to always come here." Ridhima says as she caressed his cheek.

Om furiously throws her hand away.

"Why are you angry, Om?" Ridhima asks him. "This is the best, right? This way your parents won't disinherit you and we can still be together."

"You mean, you would be my mistress?" Om asks her in disgust.

Ridhima's eyes turn furious hearing that then quickly recovering she says with a smile, "I know you love me and wanted to marry me but think what could we do if your father cuts you out of his will? How could we live?"

"I would have looked after you." Om says furiously.

"Not the way I am used to or the way I want." Ridhima tells him. "But now you have everything and we can be still together."

"If you forgot then my manipulative parents, emotionally blackmailed me into marrying a girl I don't even know."

"I know, Om. But we can still be together."

"I am married."

"It's your suhag raat and you are here with me."

"I am alone here and you are just fucking irritating me."

"You still love me, Om. I know that. Nothing has changed, Om. You are still mine and I am yours. You are going to love me like before showering me with your gifts."

"Ah... so that is what you are after... the expensive gifts!"

"You know that is not true."

"Did you ever truly love me?" Om asks her a little hurt.

"You never let me show you, saying sex should be after marriage." Ridhima says scoffing. "Let me show you how much I love you... now... come with me."

Feeling her taking hold of his hand Om furiously shrugs it away, "Do you know who I hate more than myself and my parents for the way my fucking life has turned around? You bitch!"

Ridhima looks at him furiously. "You can never hate me, Om... you love me... and you are going to come behind me soon when you realize that your good for nothing wife is useless, you'll come running behind me."

Om asks in a dispassionate tone, "You offered whatever you could offer and say whatever you could. Now, can you leave?"

"We are not over, Om!" Ridhima tells him and walks off furiously still not able to believe the change that has come over him. He used to run behind her like a love sick puppy and now he was filled with so much anger and hatred.

Hours later, Om stumbles into his room to find the lights on and his wife sitting on the bed with her head resting on the headrest in an awkward position, looks like she had slept off waiting for him. Suddenly he was filled with guilt. Everyone around him had played with his life and he was furious with everyone. His parents for not accepting Ridhima in spite of she being the daughter of their business partner, Ridhima for not accepting him without his money, and himself for not taking a stand when his mother threatened him with suicide if he didn't marry Gauri Kumari Sharma. But why was he angry with his wife? She had done nothing to him and he had treated her badly on their wedding night. It was not her fault that he couldn't take a stand and it definitely was not her fault that Ridhima didn't love him enough to leave a life of comfort. Then why was she insulted like this? However angry he was with life, he had no right to treat her like this because she was not the cause for his pain.

Seeing her uncomfortable position, he goes towards her to make her lie down properly when she suddenly comes awake and looks at him in panic. He moves back seeing her confusion.

"I... I think I slept off." Gauri tells him getting up. "What time is it?"

"3:40." Om reads the time from the wall clock.

"3:40?" Gauri asks him in confusion wondering whether he just came now to the room.

"I just came now." Om tells her realizing what she was thinking. "I don't know what I was thinking. I am sorry, it won't happen again."

As she watched him in shock he goes to take a shower. By the time he had come out she had removed her jewellery and was sitting on the bed. She takes a night dress and goes to the bathroom to change for bed.

Gauri comes out of the bathroom to find Om sitting on the bed with the TV on. He was flipping through the channels. Seeing her he turns off the TV and watches her as she kept her wedding dress. She turns to look at him in hesitation. Om gestures to the bed and she slowly gets on the bed. He turns off the light once she settles down and he lies next to her.

"Are you not happy about this marriage?" Gauri asks unable to sleep seeing his strange behavior.

Om turns to look at her and says, "I was in love with someone."

"Oh!" Gauri says as she looks away hurt. She didn't know him and was not in love with him but he was still her husband and it hurts to hear him profess his love for someone else.

"Her name is Ridhima. She is Dad's business partner's daughter. We have been together for almost 6 months. I told my parents I want to marry her but they didn't agree as they feel she is not a perfect bahu and biwi material." Om tells her and seeing her looking at him in shock he continues, "Dad said he would disown me, it didn't matter to me but then she was not ready to marry me without the money. We had a fall out. Then Mom blackmailed me with suicide and I married you."

Gauri remains silent wondering what to do or how to react. Should she like every Indian wife stick on and pray that her husband would accept her one day, or just pack her bags and leave from there. "Do you still love her?"

"Today I was at the pub getting drunk and she had come to see me." Om tells her.

"And?"

"She offered herself to me saying that we could be still together. Like an affair on the side."

Gauri's heart was in her throat hearing all that.

"She disgusts me now." Om tells her.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Gauri asks him.

"Shouldn't you know everything?" Om asks her confused.

Gauri shrugs in confusion. Om sighs loudly.

"Do you consider this marriage?" Gauri asks realizing his answer would decide whether she would stay with him or not. Whether there was anything worth saving in this marriage.

"I didn't want to marry you but then with Ridhima at the pub all I could think about when she was trying to get close to me was that I am married and she shouldn't be touching me like that. I don't know maybe I do." Om tells her.

Gauri smiles at him realizing there was a lot in her marriage worth saving, first and foremost being an honest and loyal husband. "Go to sleep. We can talk in the morning."

"I wasn't thinking straight earlier. I guess I was angry at my parents and thinking they expect me to go on with this marriage as if nothing happened... so I left. I am sorry. You don't deserve that kind of treatment and least of all from me."

"You are here now and that says a lot, and for now that is enough." Gauri tells him smiling.

Gauri wakes up in the morning to find her husband sleeping next to her curled up like a ball. She had heard that insecure people are the one who curls up in their sleep. She wondered whether he was insecure, he didn't seem like one but then what did she know about him to know it? All she knew was that he was an honest, loyal, straight forward man. She pulls the blanket over him and covers him properly then she goes to take a shower.

She comes out of the washroom to find her husband still sleeping and he had kicked off the blanket. She pulls the blanket over him again and goes down to the kitchen. She walks into the kitchen to find her mother-in-law cooking. Seeing her, Jhanvi anxiously asks, "Is Om awake?"

"He is sleeping." Gauri replies with a smile.

"Ah okay." Jhanvi visibly relaxes.

Gauri realizes her mother-in-law had asked her to find out whether her husband had come home last night.

"Will you have tea or coffee?"

"Either... I am not particular." Gauri tells her smiling.

Jhanvi smiles at her, "Then I'll make tea for you. Om wants tea when he wakes up then rest of the day he keeps drinking coffee."

"Here." Jhanvi says as she gave her a tray with two cups of teas. "Wake up, Om. You have to go to your house for pug phere, right?"

"Okay." Gauri says and goes to her room to find her husband still sleeping. She keeps the tray on the table and gently pats him on his arms to wake him. "Om... Om..."

Om stretches as he opens his eyes and looks at her. He looks at her confused for a second then comes awake completely, "Gauri."

"Your tea." Gauri tells him as she pointed at the tea.

Om gets up from the bed and goes to brush his teeth. He comes back a few minutes later after his bath to find the room empty and his tea missing. He was looking around confused when she comes back with the tea.

"It was going cold, so I went to reheat it." Gauri tells him as she handed him the tea.

Om drinks the tea and makes a face.

"Is it not good?"

"It's just that I don't like reheating my tea." Om tells her as he sipped the tea.

"Oh I didn't know that. I'll get you fresh tea then."

"It's okay. This is fine." Om tells her as he continued to drink.

"Tomorrow onwards, I'll get the tea after I wake you up."

"You don't have to worry about all that. KK is there, he'll do it."

"KK is not your wife." Gauri tells him as she walked towards the bed and started making the bed.

Om looks at her in shock hearing her not knowing how to respond to that then he simply remained silent.

"Papa will come in a bit to take me home." Gauri tells him about the ritual.

"So I should come to pick you up?"

"Yes."

"What time?"

"I don't know. I'll let you know."

"Okay."

Om was sitting in his room after Gauri had left when Jhanvi comes to see him.

"What do you want?" Om asks her rudely.

"Why are you like this, Om? We did all this for your happiness." Jhanvi tells him with tears.

"You forcing me to marry someone I don't even know is not doing something for my happiness."

"We were scared you would do something stupid with that Ridhima."

Om ignores her, even though he agreed with his parents that Ridhima was not as he had thought her to be, his parents had no right in forcing him into things he didn't want to. That time his mobile buzzes and he checks the message to see Gauri had messaged him asking him to come in half an hour. He replies telling her, he would be there in half an hour.

"You have to go to Gauri's house and pick her up. She would be waiting for you."

"If I don't go will you threaten me with suicide again?" Om asks her sarcastically as he got up from bed to get ready to pick up Gauri from her house.

Later at night, Om and Gauri walk in to find his parents in the living room. Jhanvi visibly starts relaxing seeing Om bring in Gauri.

"You are back?" Jhanvi says smiling as she got up. "Did you have dinner?"

Om ignores her and walks away while Gauri replies to her, "We had from my house."

"Ah okay."

Gauri looks at Om walking away wondering whether she was supposed to go with him or stay with her in-laws. Realizing her confusion Jhanvi says with a smile, "You go sleep, we'll talk in the morning."

Nodding Gauri goes to their room.

Om comes out of his shower to find Gauri curled up on the couch looking through a magazine. She looks up to find him looking at her. Om walks to her and sits on the couch next to her as he turned on the TV. They remained silent for a while.

"How was your day?" Gauri asks him.

Om turns to her and shrugs, "I was at home most of the time."

"Didn't go to office?"

"I realized if I go to office on the second day of marriage then people would think weird things about our marriage and you... so I decided to take a couple of days off."

"How many days?"

"A week."

"Okay... Oh by the way I took a month off." Gauri informs him.

"A month?" Om asks shocked.

"Yeah... I had some leaves pending and then took some unpaid leave too. I thought I would need that much time to get settled in the new household."

"I didn't know you work."

"I am an architect."

"Architect." Om says impressed.

Gauri smiles, "I know you are managing family business. What did you study?"

"BBA and then MBA."

"Ah... nice."

They were silent for a while then she asks him, "Any hobbies?"

"Hobbies hmmm... watching TV is that a hobby?" Om asks her.

"Yeah."

"Then TV... I have to watch a movie before I go to sleep." Om tells her.

"Movie? Every night?"

"Yeah." Om tells her smiling. "I don't know whether that is a hobby or an addiction."

"You didn't see one last night."

"Well... last night was different." Om says with a shrug.

"Right." Gauri says remembering.

"What about you?"

"Hobbies?"

Om nods.

"Hmmm... reading... I kind of like reading myself to sleep."

"While I watch movie you can read."

"Yes... then I like to travel."

"Travel?"

"Hmmm... But then since I haven't traveled much, I don't think I should call it my hobby... it is more like a wish... to go around the world and see different kinds of architectural miracles." Gauri says with a dreamy smile.

"You like your job." Om states seeing her smile.

"Yes."

"Not many are lucky to do what they like for a living."

"Do you like what you do?"

"Yes." Om replies. "So where do you want to go?"

"Hmmm... I don't know... Greece, Venice, Scotland, Thailand, Lakshadweep... everywhere."

Om chuckles hearing her reply. "I'll keep in mind."

"You would take me?" Gauri asks shocked.

Om shrugs in reply. "You got anything to read? Dad has a library here... I don't know whether the type of book you read is there."

"It's okay... I've kindle." Gauri tells him smiling.

Om nods.

"You can watch your movie."

"And you can read." Om tells her.

Nodding, Gauri gets up from the couch and gets her kindle and settles on the bed. After playing the movie, Om also gets on the bed. Halfway through the movie Om realizes that Gauri had slept off. He pause the movie and takes her kindle from her and keeps it away and then gently makes her lie on the bed properly. He covers her with the blanket and then turns off the lamp on her side. He gets back on bed and reduces the volume so as not to disturb her and watches the movie.

Gauri walks into the room with Om's tea. Noticing that he was still taking his shower she keeps the tea on the table. Gauri was making the bed when she hears his mobile ringing. She contemplates on whether to pick the call or not. Ringing stops and then starts again. Thinking it could be an important call she checks the caller ID to see R flashing. She picks the call.

"Hello?" Gauri says.

"Who is this?" an angry voice asks.

"Erm.. This is Mrs. Omkara Singh Oberoi here... who am I speaking to?" Gauri asks then seeing the bathroom door open she turns to look at Om stepping out. Om frowns seeing his phone with her. She was about to hand over the phone to him when she hears.

"Oh you? Started calling yourself Mrs. Omkara Singh Oberoi? Remember that you would be his wife but he is mine. You are in that house as long as I am allowing it. So, don't take your marriage so seriously because Om is mine and he'll always be mine."

"Who is it?" Om asks Gauri.

Gauri hands over the phone to him her face was red with fury.

Om takes the phone from her and was about to talk into it when he hears Ridhima's venomous voice, "He married you for his mother but he loves me. Stay away from him. Don't even think of trying your useless charms on him, you bitch."

"How dare you talk to my wife like that?" Om asks her furiously.

"Om?" Ridhima asks shocked.

"You dare mess with my wife; I will kill you Ridhima Kapoor! Stay away from my wife and me; otherwise it'll not be good for you!" Om furiously cuts the call and turns to look at Gauri who was still making the bed.

"I wasn't going to take the call. But when the call came for a second time I thought it could be urgent." Gauri tells him and starts to walk off.

"She is..."

"I know who she is." Gauri tells him unable to hide her anger.

"Gauri..."

"I know there were women in your past and you have nothing to do with them now but I don't have to listen to these kinds of talks from these kinds of women." Gauri angrily tells him.

"You shouldn't have picked the call then." Om tells her furiously.

"I shouldn't have. I won't be doing that again. I have learned my lesson." Gauri furiously tells him as her eyes stung with furious tears and walks away.

Seeing the tears in her, he becomes furious and throws his mobile away in anger. Gauri turns back in shock to see his mobile in three pieces. She looks at him and he walks out not even looking at her.

Around afternoon, Om comes back to the house. He checks the bedroom to find it empty. He goes looking for Gauri and finds her in the kitchen helping his mother cook.

"Gauri..."

Gauri turns to look at him.

"You got a minute?"

Gauri nods and follows him out.

"I am sorry for what happened in the morning." Om tells her.

"It was not your fault. I shouldn't have taken out my anger on you. I should have told her off instead of taking my temper out on you."

"You don't have to hear all that, Gauri. No one has the right to talk like that to you."

"You are right." Gauri agrees and then adds, "And you can't control other people's mouth."

"But still..."

"You didn't have breakfast." Gauri cuts him off.

"Huh?"

"I said you didn't have your breakfast, not even your tea. I'll get your food."

"In other words we are done discussing this."

"Yeah you could say that too." Gauri says smiling.

Om chuckles.

"I will get your brunch ready. Do you want coffee or tea? I know you drink coffee during day time but you didn't have tea today... so?"

"How do you know all that?" Om asks shocked.

"Maaji told me."

"Ah ok... I'll have coffee."

Om was having his food and Gauri joins him as he ate.

"I put it back together, it is working but the edges got chipped off." Gauri tells him as she passed him his phone.

Om takes the phone from her and sees two of the edges were chipped off. "I'll get a new one."

"When are you planning to go?"

"Maybe today... why? Are you coming?"

"I wanted to get an ipad. So if it is not trouble then..."

"Sure... you can come." Om tells her.

"You want anything else?" Om asks her.

"No." Gauri replies shaking her head.

Om starts to pay for it when he notices Gauri passing her card.

"What is that for?" Om asks frowning.

"For my ipad."

"I'll pay."

"It's okay...I'll pay." Gauri says.

"I said I'll pay."

"Why would you want to pay?" Gauri asks confused.

"Maybe because I am your husband."

"Oh!"

"Thanks for this." Gauri tells him waving her ipad at him as they entered their room.

Om nods in reply.

"You watch your movie, I am going to read." Gauri tells him smiling.

"Okay."

Next day everyone was having their food.

"Om, I made your favorite Gobi Paratha." Jhanvi says as she offered him the casserole.

Om looks at her furiously and then shouts out, "KK, get me cornflakes."

Gauri looks at him in shock and turns to look at Jhanvi who looked really upset with his behavior. Seeing Gauri looking at her, she gently smiles at her and offers her the Paratha. Gauri with a smile takes it from her.

"When are you rejoining the office, Om?"

"When I feel like it."

Gauri's eyes go wide hearing him talk to his father like that. She had seen him lose his temper with Ridhima but with his parents too, was kind of shocking as she was starting to believe he was a mild tempered man. Now she didn't know. Feeling her gaze on him, Om turns to look at her. He was frowning and she didn't know what to do other than smile at him. The moment she smiled at him his features softened and he gave her a gentle smile. They resumed eating and Gauri quickly eats as she was suddenly uncomfortable with the atmosphere at the table.

"You and your parents..." Gauri hesitantly starts when they were in the privacy of their room.

Om turns to her frowning.

"Is there problems?"

"They forced me to get married and you are asking me whether there are any problems?"

"Oh!" Gauri says shocked. It did hurt to hear him say it like that. "You are very nice to me but..."

"What is your fault in all this?" Om asks her frowning.

"Nothing."

"So why should I be angry with you?"

And she had no answer to that.

"Do you... want... a... divorce?" Gauri asks him nervously.

Om ties his hand on his chest and says angrily, "You asked this once, don't ever ask again."

"If you want to be married to me why are you angry with your parents?" Gauri asks confused though relieved that he had no intentions for divorce.

"It's two things." Om replies confused at her confusion.

"How?"

"My parents forced me... if given time, maybe I might have married you only... maybe after a long engagement or something... but they just forced me into it without considering my feelings."

"You are not angry with them for the marriage per say?"

"More on them forcing me, blackmailing me and deciding my life." Om tells her.

"Oh... but they are your parents."

"Gauri... it would be better if you stay out of this."

Gauri nods her head in agreement as she knew her place.

Things were going this way for a month. Gauri also joined her office; on her first day back to the office she was shocked to find a new car at their house. Om had got her a car, a Mini Cooper. She had tried politely refusing the car but he had simply ignored her and walked off.

"Sir..." Mishra barges into the office as usual.

"Yeah?" Om asks as he continued to type.

"I was going to book your tickets for Shimla, I wanted to check with you whether I should book for Gauri Madam also?"

"For Gauri?" Om asks confused.

"Yeah... you are newly married and she might want to come with you..." Mishra says slightly blushing.

Om looks at Mishra blushing in shock. That was one sight he never imagined he would witness.

"So should I book for her too?"

Om thinks for a while wondering whether he should take Gauri with him. Gauri had office and he was going for conference. What would she do there? But then he never really took her anywhere. Maybe she would like the change. "Hmmm... I'll let you know."

"Okay, Sir." Mishra tells him and walks off.

"Hello Om..." Gauri whispers on the phone.

Om smiles hearing her whisper, whenever she is in office, she whispers on the phone. "Gauri... I have a conference in Shimla on Thursday and Friday, I was wondering if you would like to come with me?"

"Hmmm... I don't have leave." Gauri tells him.

Om didn't understand why he was feeling disappointed.

"Will I have to attend the conference if I come?"

"What will you do at the conference?" Om asks her confused.

"Where are you planning on staying?"

"Hotel... why?"

"So there will be internet, right?"

"Yes..." Om replies confused.

"You 100 % sure?"

"Yes. We won't be staying in anything less than a 5 star hotel."

"Oh okay... then let me check if I can get work from home option. I'll get back to you in a bit."

"Okay." Om says smiling.

Few minutes later, Gauri calls him back "I'll have to work during the day time... I'll be able to work, right?"

"Yes... I'll be busy during the day... you'll be alone and free. But then on Friday night there would be a dinner."

"That is fine... okay then."

"So I'll book tickets for you too?" Om asks smiling.

"Yeah. When will we come back?"

Om was about to say Friday then changes his mind, "Sunday."

"Okay. Bye. See you at home."

"Why didn't you tell me it would be so cold here?" Gauri asks as she shivered while walking to the car.

"I thought you knew. It's Shimla and this time of the year." Om says as he put his jacket on her seeing her rubbing her hands together.

Gauri pulls the jacket closer to her and notices that he was rubbing his hands together. She moves close to him and puts one end of his jacket on him. Om turns to her in shock.

"We both are going to freeze like this." Om tells her noticing that the jacket was no longer covering either of them. But then the heat from her body was feeling good.

"I can't take the jacket by myself." Gauri tells him.

Sighing Om puts his hand over her shoulders from under the jacket and pulls her closer to him. Gauri looks at him in wide eyed shock feeling the closeness. Seeing her looking at him, he looks at her and gets lost in her eyes. She had the most beautiful brown eyes ever.

"Sir, Car is here." Mishra informs them.

Breaking out of the eye lock they turn to look at Mishra. He was looking away embarrassed seeing their closeness noticing that Gauri tries to move away when Om tightens his hold on her.

"You'll freeze to death." Om tells her as he tightened his hold on her.

Gauri stops fighting and moves towards him.

"Feeling better?"

Gauri shyly nods.

Feeling her hands going numb with cold, she finally wraps her hand around his waist as they walked towards the car.

"Sir, I'll see you tomorrow morning. My cousin is here, so I'll be staying with them." Mishra informs him.

"I'll drop you."

"I've arranged another car as I've to go the opposite way." Mishra tells him.

"Okay then."

Om and Gauri get in the car. Even with the heater on she was shivering.

"Come here!" Om says as she shivered. Gauri moves closer to him and hugs him tight.

"Stop somewhere where we can buy sweater." Om tells the driver and he nods.

Om and Gauri make a quick stop to buy a jacket for Gauri. Finally, she had stopped shivering and they were coming out of the shop when Gauri spotted a tea stall.

"Om, let's have tea from there." Gauri says excitedly pointing at the tea stall.

"Are you mad? From there?" Om asks outraged.

"What is wrong?"

"It's unhygienic and you are already freezing you need to get inside."

"Haven't you ever had hot hot tea in the cold weather?" Gauri asks him.

"Let's go to the hotel and have."

"No, I want now!" Gauri says stubbornly.

Om sighs "Fine!"

Gauri runs to the tea stall.

"One tea and one coffee."

"I don't want." Om tells her in disgust.

Gauri notices Chilli Baaji and excitedly says, "Two Chilli Baaji."

"Gauri, you are going to fall sick. It is not safe..." Gauri shoves a chilli baaji in his mouth and Om bites into it in shock.

"Liked it?" Gauri asks him grinning.

"Hmmm It's good." Om says surprised.

"Told ya!" Gauri says happily as she eats her and drinks her tea. "Have your coffee too."

*Hic* *Hic*

Om looks at her chuckling.

"It's *hic* spicy." Gauri tells him. Om gets her water and she quickly drinks it.

"Fine now?"

"Yeah."

"You want more?"

"No."

Om pays and they start walking back to the car.

"Are you feeling cold now?"

"Just a tiny little bit."

"Come." Om says offering her his hand. Gauri moves to his hand and they snuggle as they walked to the car.

Next day after conference Om walks to his room and Gauri was busy working on her laptop with lots of paper spread out on the table.

"Hey! You are back." Gauri says smiling at him as she wrapped up everything for the day.

"How was your day?" Om asks her.

"Very disappointing."

"Disappointing?" Om asks feeling guilty as she had to be cooped up in the room the whole day.

"Yeah... weather report said it would snow today and no snow yet!"

"Snow?" Om asks shocked.

"Yes. I have never been in the snow." Gauri tells him sadly as she kept away her laptop. "How was your conference?"

"Same old, same boring." Om tells her and then he turns to her and informs her, "Ridhima was there."

"Hmmm"

"What hmmm?"

"Nothing." Gauri says frowning. "Why did you tell me that?"

"I thought you should know and tomorrow when you come for the dinner she would be there."

"Okay. Can we go down for dinner?"

"Yeah, sure."

Next night, Gauri and Om were walking around as they mingled with the other attendees for the conference. Om puts his hand on her hips pulling her closer to him. Gauri turns to look at him and he smiles at her. Ever since they snuggled yesterday, he has become consciously or unconsciously physical with her, always holding her or pulling her close to him.

"Looking good." Om tells her smiling; all of a sudden he was finding it difficult to keep his hand off her. Suddenly she had become outrageously beautiful and this saree was just enhancing her beauty even with the silly shawl.

"Thank you." Gauri says blushing. She had worn a black saree and even put a shawl on top to ward off the chill.

"Wow wow wow... look who we have here!" Ridhima says in disgust as she walked towards them.

Gauri looks at the scantily dressed woman wondering why the hell she was not freezing to death in so little clothes.

"What do you want?" Om asks her furiously.

"You." Ridhima says with a shrug.

Gauri furiously glare at Ridhima. "Ridhima!" Gauri says in disgust.

"Ah you know me!" Ridhima says smirking. "I bet he keeps talking about me."

"No... the world doesn't have that many shameless people like you, so it was easy to guess." Gauri says with a careless shrug. Om looks at Gauri in shock.

"How dare you?"

"I do whatever I damn well please to. Now if you'll excuse us, we neither have the time or the wish to waste our precious time on you." Gauri says and starts to walk off with Om.

Ridhima holds Om's hand and hisses, "I need to talk to you."

Before Om could react Gauri had ripped off Ridhima's hand from Om and she furiously twists Ridhima's arm and whispers in fury. "Next time, you dare touch my husband, you would be picking up your arm from the gutter... got it?"

Ridhima flinches in pain as she whimpered something.

Satisfied Gauri turns to Om, "Let's go, Om."

Om looks at Gauri in shock as they walked away. He had never seen her like this. He knew she had a temper but this... he never expected this from her. It was shocking, endearing and one hell of a bloody turn on.

"That was..." Om says in shock and amazement.

"She had her chance and screwed it up. Now you are mine!" Gauri tells him as she looked at the food.

"Really?" Om asks as he spun her around slamming her on to his chest as he held her waist.

"Yes." Gauri says with a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. She didn't like anyone touching him.

Om gently brushes his nose on her cheek and moves back.

"Do you want drinks?" Om asks her as he got himself a glass.

Gauri shakes her head, "I have never tried alcohol."

Om nods and then curiously looks as Gauri stared at his glass contemplating then shaking her head she looks away.

"If you want I'll get you." Om tells her.

"No..."

"Okay."

"Have you ever got drunk?" Gauri asks him.

"In college."

"Hmmm"

"Why?"

"I have this fantasy of getting drunk senseless."

"Really?" Om asks chuckling.

"Yeah... like in the movies."

Om laughs hearing that.

"But I am scared."

"Why?"

"What if I do something stupid or someone does something to me?"

"I'll watch out for you." Om promises her.

Gauri looks at him contemplating, the temptation was too much. "There are so many people here."

"You can drink in our room." Om replies with a shrug.

"Why do you seem so interested in getting me drunk?" Gauri asks frowning.

"You told me your wish and I just want to help you fulfill it." Om tells her.

"Hmmm... let's go then?" Gauri asks excitedly.

"But I want to eat first."

"Eat fast then."

"I am nervous." Gauri says as she looked at the glass in her hand.

"I am here." Om tells her calmly and says, "If you don't want then you don't have to."

"I want to but I am nervous." Gauri tells him. "What if I do something stupid?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know."

"I'll make sure you won't do something that you'll regret."

"Okay." Gauri says and taking a deep breath she gulps down the whole glass.

"Slowly... slowly." Om says but she was done with her glass.

"YUCK!" Gauri says making puking faces, there was a disgusting taste in her mouth.

"You done?" Om asks seeing her expression.

"One more!" Gauri says as she put her glass in front of him.

"I want to dance!" Gauri says slurping as she drank from the bottle now.

"Dance?"

"Yeah like Kajol!"

"Kajol?"

"Zara Sa Jhoom Loon Main?" Gauri starts singing.

Om looks at her in shock.

"SING!" Gauri tells him hands on hips.

"What?"

"Shah Rukh Khan's part!"

"Huh?"

"Zara Sa Jhoom Loon Main?" Gauri sings as she danced slightly

"Er... Arre Na Re Na Re Na?" Om says completely confused.

"Aa Tujhe Choom Loon Main" Gauri sings as she tried to lean on him.

And all he wanted to say was yes please.

"SING!"

"Arre Na Re Na Baba Na"

"Main Chali Banke HAWAAA" Gauri shouts out as she ran towards the door.

Om runs behind her and catches her from the back then carries her back to the bed. He dumps her on the bed.

"RABBA MEREEE MENU BACHAAA" Gauri sings loudly.

Om quickly covers her mouth.

"CHUP! Someone will complain about the noise."

"Dhandi Dhandi Pavan Jalta Hai Ye Badan Jee chahta Hai Bana Loon Tujhko Apna Sajan Hua Nahin Ye Pehle Kabhi Meri Jaan Badal Gayi Abhi Abhi" Gauri sings as she pulls him closer to him.

"Okay that's it! You are going to sleep." Om says as he freed himself from her and stood up from the bed.

Gauri pouts at him sadly.

"Change your clothes." Om tells her.

"Okay give me your shirt!!"

"Why my shirt?"

"Don't you know, idiot? In the movie after a drunken night the girl always wakes up in the hero's shirt." Gauri says trying to focus on his face but it was dancing around.

"Hero?" then he just couldn't help the smile, "I am your hero?"

"You didn't know that?" Gauri asks as she took a gulp from the bottle.

"Enough!" Om says snatching the bottle from her.

Gauri sadly pouts at him. "You are bad!"

"Change!"

"Give me your shirt."

Sighing Om takes a shirt and gives it to her.

Gauri stands on bed and starts to remove her saree.

"NOT HERE!" Om shouts in panic.

"Why?"

"Go to the bathroom!"

"I WANT TO CHANGE HERE!"

"No!"

"YES!"

Sighing Om turns around giving her privacy fighting the uncontrollable urge to take a peek at her. He feels the saree on him. One by one he sees her clothes flying. He waits a few more minutes and asks "Are you done?

"Yes."

"You are not lying, right?"

"You can turn back and look." Gauri tells him.

Taking a deep breath he turns back to look at her and was kind of disappointed that she was not naked, she had worn his shirt. Then he let his gaze roam around her and he stopped breathing. His shirt was reaching only her thighs. He had never seen anything more tantalizing than this. First time, he hated that he was a gentleman. He so wanted to take advantage.

"Now we kiss!" Gauri tells him.

"WHAT?"

"That is what happens in the movie. Come." Gauri says calling him and falls down on the bed.

Lying on the bed like a seductress she offers him her hand. He without even realizing walks towards her and gets on the bed.

"Gauri." Om whispers her name as he gently brushes her hair away from her face.

"Kiss me, Om." Gauri says looking him in the eye.

For a moment she looked sober but he knew she was not. He leans down and kisses her forehead. "Go to sleep, Gauri."

Gauri smiles at him happily then hugging him she closes her eyes and sleeps off quickly.

Gauri wakes up with a pounding headache.

"Good morning." Om wishes her smiling.

"Om." Gauri says holding her head as she sat up.

"Here." Om hands her a medicine and water. Gauri takes it.

"What happened last night?" Gauri asks him as she starts to feel better. The medicine was taking effect.

"Last night?" Om asks smiling as he sat next to her.

"Yes. I can't remember anything." Gauri says as she looked down and her eyes widen seeing her wearing his shirt. Then she realizes that she was wearing just his shirt and nothing else.

"How did I wear this?" Gauri asks panicking.

"Apparently in the movies after a drunken night, the girl wakes up in the hero's shirt. Me being your hero, you wore mine."

"What?" Gauri asks shocked.

Om chuckles.

"Nothing... happened... Right?" Gauri asks hesitantly.

"You mean whether we made hot passionate love?" Om asks her with a grin.

"Did we?" Gauri asks in a whisper eyes going wide.

"We kissed." Om tells her.

"Kissed? How?" Gauri asks panicking.

Om grins at her then he holds her calf and pulls on her leg and she falls on the bed flat and he falls on top of her. He passionately looks into her eyes. His eyes held her eyes captive while his body held hers captive. Then she felt his hand on her thighs as they gently caressed as it ran up her thighs. Her eyes widened feeling the butterfly touches that was giving tingling and hot feelings. Then he slams down his lips on her and kisses her passionately. Gauri couldn't hold back and she nervously kisses him back. Om slides in his tongue and Gauri loses her composure and hugs him tight as she kissed him back in equal vigor.

They slowly part and Gauri asks breathlessly and amazed, "We kissed like this last night?"

"No... I kissed you on your forehead and you slept."

"Then why did you kiss me like this now?"

"Because I wanted to... for a long time."

Gauri's eyes widen as she looked at him in shock then she starts breathing faster feeling his hands on her thighs again as they gently moved up.

"What are you doing?" Gauri asks him in a whisper.

"Don't you know?" Om asks her with a smirk.

"I..." Gauri stammers and he again takes her lips in his.

Om moves back and Gauri slowly gets up blushing profusely.

They were having breakfast.

"Do you want to go shopping?" Om asks her.

"Can we?" Gauri asks smiling excitedly.

"Sure... you get ready." Om tells her and Gauri hurries to get dressed. Since he was already dressed he waited in the room. Feeling the chill rising he walks towards the window and looks out to see that it has started snowing lightly. He starts smiling; Gauri had been waiting for this.

He excitedly runs out.

Gauri was brushing her hair as he walked in with his hand behind his back. He holds her with one hand as his other hand remained at the back. "Come here."

"Where? What?" Gauri asks surprised.

"Lie on the bed."

"Why?" Gauri asks surprised.

"Just do as I say."

Sighing Gauri lies on the bed and Om kneels on the bed next to her. "Close your eyes."

Gauri closes her eyes and opens her eyes wide in a second feeling him lift her top up. "What are you doing?" Gauri asks scandalized.

"You trust me?" Om asks her.

Gauri looks at him, did she trust him? Then she got the answer, she trusted him with her heart and this was just her body and it belonged to him. "I do." Gauri says smiling.

Om continues to look at her and Gauri closes her eyes happily. Om gently keeps the snow ball on her stomach and he sees her stomach inflate as she sucked in her breath feeling the snow, there it is again, a simple action from her and he gets turned on like never before. She opens her and smiles excitedly.

Om smiles seeing her excitement.

"It's cold! It's cold!" Gauri says frantically as she tried to push away the snow from her stomach frantically and Om holds her hand to stop her.

"Om, my tummy is freezing."

Om leans down and start gently kissing her stomach around the snow. Gauri gets distracted from the cold as he placed hot kisses.

Chuckling Om pushes the snow from her stomach, "My lips are freezing."

Gauri chuckles hearing him and Om falls on her taking her lips in his. They were kissing when the phone starts ringing. Sighing Om gets the phone.

"Hello?" Om says in a ragged breath.

"Sir, your car is here."

"Okay."

"Shopping time!" Om tells Gauri.

Om was behind Gauri tired carrying all of her shopping bags as Gauri walked ahead of him still in full energy. He groans loudly as he watched her run into a store. He gives the bags to the guard at the entrance and taking the token follows her in.

"Don't we get all these in Mumbai?" Om asks her.

"Yeah."

"Then why are we buying it from here?"

"What if it is not in stock in Mumbai?" Gauri asks him wondering how stupid he can be.

"Gauri... next time I ask you whether you want to go shopping, please kill me then itself."

Gauri glares at him and turns back to look at the shirt.

Om was wondering why he even suggested shopping when all he wanted to do was make love to her. He should have done that. Why did he even think that they should wait till night to do it? Sighing he knew why. He wanted to give her that suhag raat that he had snatched from her.

Om looks up feeling her keep a shirt on his chest. He looks up as she kept another one on him.

"Both colors look good on you. Try both." Gauri tells him.

"Why can't we just buy both?" Om asks not wanting to try the shirts.

"What if they are not your size?"

Om checks the tag. "They are."

"I want to see whether it would suit you."

"Everything looks good on me." Om says in attitude.

Gauri rolls her eyes.

"I am just too tired, Gauri." Om says tiredly.

Gauri pouts cutely.

Sighing he snatches the shirts from her and walks to the trial room.

Om comes out of trial room wearing the second shirt. Gauri had approved the first one.

"Looking good. We will take both." Gauri tells him happily.

"I told you." Om says as he walked back inside the trial room.

Om was wearing his own shirt when "Om.."

"Yeah?"

"Try this too." Gauri tells him as she put a shirt on top of the door. Sighing he starts removing his shirt.

"Good." Gauri says excitedly. "Try these three too."

Om looks at her in shock. "I don't want so many clothes!" Om tells her too tired to try another shirt.

Gauri makes puppy faces and Om snatches the shirts from her and walks back in.

"This too." Gauri says putting another shirt on the door which was same shirt he tried on earlier only the color was different.

Why did he come with her shopping? When he was with Ridhima he used to give her his card and she used to shop the whole day while he did something worthwhile. Then he remembers she never really got him anything when she shopped but Gauri did. Then he starts getting furious. Why was he even comparing Gauri with Ridhima. Ridhima was a past that he regretted and wanted to ignore, and Gauri is his present and future. Gauri is his wife and life now the most beautiful part of his life.

"Did you sleep in there?" Gauri asks irritated.

And the worst in a very adorable way. Om thinks with a chuckle.

Om was about to pay for the shirts when Gauri pushes him slightly away.

"I'll pay." Gauri tells him. "It's my gift for you."

"Ah ok... thanks." Om says smiling.

Om collects all the shopping bags from the guard while Gauri paid for the shirts. Realizing it was almost seven, and he had told the hotel manager to get everything ready by seven. He decides to have dinner and get back to hotel soon. He just couldn't wait anymore.

"Let's have dinner and go." Om tells her.

"But there are some more shops I want to check out." Gauri pouts.

"Tomorrow before we leave I'll bring you here."

"Now we have time, right?"

Om wraps his arms around her pulling her close to him still holding the shopping bags. "I waited for you whole day, I can't wait anymore." Om whispers to her hotly.

More than what he had said, it was how he had said it that Gauri understood what he was talking about. She turns completely pink realizing what he had in mind, shyly she looks down and whispers "We'll go, then."

Gauri and Om walk in to their hotel room, and Gauri stops in shock seeing the room decorated like in for suhag raat. She turns to Om in surprise.

"I messed up our suhag raat... so..." Om tells her.

"You didn't mess it up." Gauri tells him smiling.

"Still..." Om says as he pulled her close to him and was about to kiss her when Gauri shyly moves back.

"Just give me 2 minutes." Gauri tells him in nervous excitement.

"Okay." Om says moving back and Gauri taking a change of cloth hurries to the bathroom.

Om looks around the room and smiles satisfied. They had done what he had asked them and it was looking more beautiful than he had expected. Exactly like how Gauri deserved. The candles, the roses, the smell... everything was perfect. There was a complimentary chocolate cake and towel art with heart shaped swans.

"Did you see this?" Gauri asks suddenly opening the bathroom door.

Curious Om walks to the bathroom to see there were candles in the bathroom and the bathtub was filled with foam and rose petals. He turns to look at Gauri and she was blushing like anything. He chuckles and pulls her closer.

"After bed."

Gauri hugs Om as she blushed uncontrollably. Om gently releases her hold on him and steps back, "Come fast." Om tells her and steps out of the bathroom.

Seeing the fire was dying down, he takes the fire poker and starts poking it as he tried to rearrange the woods.

"What are you doing?" Gauri asks him as she walked towards him.

"The fire is dying down."

"Try with the remote. Where is the remote?" Gauri asks as she looked around.

"Remote?"

"Yeah... here it is." Gauri sees it near the fire place and passes it to him.

Om turns to take it from her and stops in shock seeing her looking outrageously beautiful and sexy in a red saree. Gauri blushes seeing his look and offers the remote to him. Om takes the remote and was about to keep back the fire poker when it starts to slide down he quickly holds it and his hand gets burned. He screams as he threw it in the air.

"OM!" Gauri shouts as she moved towards him. Seeing that it was about to fall on her feet he quickly holds it with his other hand screaming out as it burned his hand. Gauri quickly holds the fire poker from the other side and throws it away.

"ARE YOU MAD?" Gauri asks shocked seeing the blister on his hand.

"It was going to fall on you." Om gasps out in pain.

"So you would hold it?"

"It is better me than you." Om says in a matter of fact tone.

"Om..." Gauri whispers his name as tears filled her eyes.

"It's okay."

"I'll call for a doctor." Om nods realizing he would need a doctor.

Gauri closes the door as the doctor left and hurries to Om. He was sitting with both his hands bandaged up.

"I am sorry, Om." Gauri says hugging him.

"I ruined our suhag raat once again, didn't I?" Om asks regretfully.

"We have our whole life for that, Om... but I have only one you. Never do anything so stupid like this again." Gauri says as she cupped his face.

Seeing her looking at him so hurt because he was in pain, he tells her, "I love you, Gauri. I never thought I could but I do."

"I know." Gauri says smiling. "And I too love you."

Om gently takes her lips in his and they slowly kiss.

"You sleep." Gauri tells him.

"I can't touch you now." Om says disappointed.

"Doctor said the burn is not that deep and you would be fine in 2 weeks."

"2 weeks!" Om groans making Gauri chuckle.

"Do you like this suit?" Gauri asks him the next day as she packed.

"Yeah. Why?" Om asks her confused at her strange questions.

"What about this?" Gauri asks showing him another.

"I do... I actually like all of them... why?"

"We have no space to pack everything... so I thought we could just leave behind some of your suits."

"Why mine? You could leave yours!" Om says offended.

"Those are beautiful sarees...and it's my favorite jeans and tops." Gauri says outraged.

"Relax... I'll ask Mishra to get a suitcase when he comes."

"We might have to pay for overweight."

"Mine will go as hand luggage."

"But still I feel so." Gauri says looking at her shopping bags.

"You should have thought of that before you went all shopaholic." Om teases her.

"To think we have more to shop!" Gauri says as she sits down.

"More?" Om asks shocked.

"You said you'll take me right? And I have to buy something for our parents too."

Om exhales loudly.

"Last time I am coming with you for shopping."

"Good... you are only good for carrying bags and nothing else during shopping."

"Now that I can't carry them... I am totally useless!" Om says pissed.

Gauri cheekily grins at him and seeing her smiling so cutely at him, he couldn't help smile at her forgetting her attitude.

Om took the next day off from office as his hand was not well and also because Gauri had opted to work from home that day too. He was sitting in the living room discussing things with Mishra while Gauri worked in their room.

"MISHRA! Why isn't the proposal ready yet?" Om asks Mishra furiously.

"Sir, the new recruit is just useless." Mishra tells him helplessly.

"If he is useless then..." Om stops his furious order seeing Gauri walking to the kitchen. His gaze follows her as she elegantly walked towards the kitchen. There was something in the way she walked, very tantalizing and elegant.

"Sir?" Mishra calls his name seeing him lost.

"Haan... what was I saying... proposal... why isn't it ready?"

"That guy is not good... he is always taking the day off and..."

Om stops hearing what Mishra was saying as Gauri walked back in and she smiles at him as she walked towards the stairs to go to their room. And he like an idiot smiles back at her.

"We should fire him." Mishra says.

"Okay!" Om shrugs and then asks confused, "Fire whom?"

"Sir, the medicines you are taking... is it heavy dose?" Mishra asks pointing at his hand.

"Why?"

"You seemed... er... confused and absentminded." Mishra says nervously.

Om furiously looks at him.

That Saturday, Om was discussing office matters with Mishra in the morning when Ridhima comes there with her parents.

"Hello uncle." Om wishes Mr. Kapoor warmly and smiles at his wife completely ignoring Ridhima.

"Hello Om... Tej told me about your hand, so we thought we would come see you." Mr. Kapoor says smiling.

"This is nothing, Uncle... Dad was just making a big deal out of it." Om tells him smiling.

"Sir... your breakfast is ready." KK informs.

Om nods, "Tell Dad and Mom they are here."

KK quickly leaves.

"Did you have breakfast?" Om asks them politely.

"Yes."

"Okay... I'll just have mine and come." Om says and walks off to the dining area with Mishra.

"GAURIII!" Om screams out to her as he sat down with Mishra.

"You won't even look at me?" Ridhima asks him as she walked towards him.

"I don't find anything interesting in you... and I don't waste my time." Om replies. "GAURIII"

"What happened, Sir?" Mishra asks him as he serves for himself.

"I can't eat." Om tells him shrugging. "GAURIII!"

"I'll feed you."

Ridhima moves closer to him and seeing she was about to touch the spoon he says furiously, "Don't touch my food! KK!"

"Haan Sir?"

"Call Gauri."

"What will happen if I feed you, Om?" Ridhima asks him furiously.

"I would want to puke."

"Oh! Now I have become disgusting to you?"

"Yes."

"Ridhima, come here. We are looking at Om's and Gauri's wedding photos." Jhanvi tells her with a fake smile.

Seeing her parents looking at her, Ridhima walks towards them.

"Thank you!" Om mouths to his mother and she smiles in reply. He should start talking to his parents again. He was so happy with Gauri and it was because of them. What they did was wrong but because of them Gauri is in his life now.

"Sir, she said she will come in a minute." KK informs him.

Om nods.

"Om..." Gauri calls him as she hurried down. Om starts frowning seeing her dressed up for office.

"Going to office?"

"Yes... I got a call... it's an emergency... I'll come back in 2 hours." Gauri tells him.

"It's a Saturday!" Om says furiously.

"I know... but it is work... na?" Gauri asks him sweetly.

"Such feudal lords! Won't even let the employees rest on a Saturday." Om says furiously.

Mishra starts clearing his throat loudly. Om turns to look at Mishra and gets embarrassed. Gauri starts chuckling. "You can't clear your throat like that, Mishra. You are not his employee... you are his slave for life!" Gauri teases him as she started feeding Om.

"And I thought I was the only one who felt like that." Mishra says sighing dramatically.

Gauri starts laughing. Even though Om was irritated at their talk and embarrassed too, he couldn't help smile at the way she was laughing.

"You also eat."

"I am eating." Gauri tells him as she ate as she fed him.

"Where is my coffee?"

"Didn't KK give you? I told him... let me check." Gauri starts to go to the kitchen when KK comes with the coffee.

Gauri holds the cup for Om as he drank the coffee.

"YUCK! What is this?" Om asks in disgust.

KK looks at Gauri in panic. Gauri drinks from the cup and starts frowning, "This is good."

"It is not good as usual." Om says grumpily.

"Every day Gauri Madam makes... today I made." KK tells him worried. "I made it exactly like she told me to."

"This is good, KK." Gauri tells him and turns to Om. "What is wrong with this?"

"This is not like the one you make!" Om replies irritated.

Gauri sighs loudly, "You eat now. I'll make coffee after you have your food."

"I like having my coffee with my breakfast!"

"Stop being such a grumpy baby!" Gauri says irritated.

Mishra starts coughing loudly making Om glare at him.

Gauri keeps the plate on the table and goes to the kitchen to make his coffee. Ever since he got his hand burned, he was cranky and grumpy but then he quickly came out of his foul mood too.

"Here is your coffee." Gauri says helping him drink.

"Ah... this is perfect." Om says making Gauri smile grudgingly at him. He was such a cute adorable grumpy baby.

Om smiles seeing her smile at him.

"Don't you ever want to take a day off, Mishra?" Gauri asks him curiously. The poor man worked on Sundays too.

"A man can only wish for certain things!" Mishra says sighing loudly.

Seeing Om's furious look Gauri struggled to hold in her laughter.

Om glares at Mishra, when Gauri was around Mishra turns very cocky.

"Maybe you should get married, Mishra. Once you get a family I think then you yourself will stop answering to his every beck and call."

"My life and my wife is only Sir, Ma'm." Mishra says with a glint in his eyes.

Gauri burst out laughing while Om turns pink then seeing her laugh at him, he couldn't help smile. When she laughed, the laughter comes from her lips but the joy is in his heart.

Gauri was feeding him when Om gently scrapes of the food from her finger with his teeth. Gauri starts blushing as she looked away and she stops in shock.

"What is she doing here?" Gauri asks frowning.

"She came with her parents."

"After everything they are here?" Gauri asks in shock.

"Her parents don't know. The matter never became that serious that we could involve her parents." Om tells her.

Gauri nods in shock.

"They are nice people unlike her." Om tells her.

Gauri nods and continues to feed him.

"I don't like to have her here as much as you but they are business partners."

"I understand."

"I am sorry, Gauri."

"You don't have to be... I trust you. It's just that, she is still behind you and it just makes me feel very disgusted to have her around."

"You should tell Mr. Kapoor and ask him to keep her away from you, Sir." Mishra tells him unable to hide his disgust.

Om turns to look at them and sees Ridhima furiously looking at him.

After feeding Om, Gauri goes to their room to get ready for office. She was brushing her hair when Om hugs her from behind. Smiling Gauri turns around to him, hugging him.

"I have to give your medicines." Gauri tells him as she snuggled him.

"hmmm"

"I am sorry, Om... I wouldn't have gone if it was not an emergency. I don't like going out when you are home."

"I know, love. Work is important... not as important as me but still it is important."

Gauri chuckles hearing that. She takes his hand and gently runs her finger over his bandage. "Finally this is going to come off soon."

"Finally... but I don't think I can still eat with my hand... there would be blisters. So you'll have to feed me."

"Ah haan." Gauri says smiling as she leaned back interlocking her hands behind his neck.

"Now that it's coming off... finally we can." Om says winking at her making Gauri blush.

"Only if you are completely fine." Gauri shyly tells him.

"I so wished that I had burned my hand after we made love."

"I wished you never burned your hand. Why did you have to do that?" Gauri asks pouting.

"I just wanted our first time to be perfect. Set the mood."

"Yeah... one hell of a mood setting that was." Gauri says chuckling.

"I am going crazy waiting like this, Gauri. Let's just ignore my hand and make love." Om says as he nibbled on her lips.

"HOW DARE YOU?" Ridhima asks furiously.

Om and Gauri parts in shock hearing her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Om asks her furiously.

"You would never have sex with me but you are willing to sleep with her?" Ridhima asks murderously as she marched towards him.

"Get the hell out of my room and life, Ridhima!" Om furiously shouts at her.

"How could you, Om? You love me!"

"I don't love you... the truth is I never loved you... I thought I was in love with you."

"No... you love me! Dammit! You love me! ONLY ME! NOT HER!"

"Shut up and get out!" Gauri says furiously.

"OMKARA IS MINE! ONLY MINE!"

"Stop irritating us and just leave, Ridhima!" Om says in an irritated tone.

"What is happening here?" Mr. Kapoor asks shocked.

They look at the door to find Ridhima's parents with Jhanvi, Tej and Mishra.

"HE IS MINE!" Ridhima turns to her father and tells him.

"What?" Mr. Kapoor asks in shock.

"She is behind Sir. Always troubling him." Mishra informs Mr. Kapoor.

"He loves me!"

"I don't."

"Please uncle, just take her home!" Gauri request Mr. Kapoor.

"You shut up!" Ridhima furiously tells Gauri.

"Don't you dare talk to my wife like that!" Om says furiously.

"You love me, Om."

"I don't."

"What is happening?"

"Ridhima and Om were together once upon a time. Daddyji told him that if he marries Ridhima, he would disown Om. Om didn't care about money but Ridhima refused to marry him without money. Om and I got married and ever since Ridhima is trying to rekindle their relation." Gauri informs him.

"Is this true?" Mr. Kapoor asks in shock.

"I love him! And he is just angry with me. He loves me."

"Come home with me right now!" Mr. Kapoor says furiously.

"No! I am not going anywhere. He is mine!"

"If you won't leave Om alone then I will disown you!" Mr. Kapoor says furiously.

"I am your daughter!" Ridhima says in outrage.

"Better to have no child than one so disgustingly shameless!"

Ridhima looks at him in shock trying to make out if he was saying the truth.

"Your Dad is a righteous man!" Om tells her seeing her thoughtful.

Defeated Ridhima walks out.

"I am really sorry, Om. You should have told me before itself." Mr. Kapoor says regretfully.

"It's not your fault, Uncle."

Few days later, Om and Gauri walks into their bedroom after dinner. The moment she closed the door he pulls her towards him and starts kissing her hungrily. Gauri kisses him in equal vigor when she feels him pulling on her tshirt. She moves back in shock.

"Your hand?"

"Fine." Om says as he pulled her back.

"You sure? Gauri asks worriedly.

"Yes... I even checked with the doctor."

"You did?" Gauri asks shocked.

"Shut up, Gauri!" Om says as he pulled her towards him again. Gauri hugs him and they started kissing again as they stumbled onto the bed.

"Mom... did you make gobi paratha for me?" Om asks her smiling.

Jhanvi looks at him in shock. "What?"

"Gobi Paratha?"

"No." Jhanvi says with happy tears seeing him smiling at her like before. "I'll make it tomorrow."

"Great." Om says smiling and turns to his father who was looking at him in shock. "What's happening, Dad?"

"Om?" Tej in a surprised tone.

"We should play chess sometime, Dad... I missed playing chess with you." Om tells him smiling and Tej smiles happily at him. "I missed you paratha too, Mom."

Tej and Jhanvi smiles at him happily. Om turns to look at Gauri and she was smiling so proudly at him. The way she was smiling at him, it just took his breath away. He knew it had hurt her to see his problems with his parents but he was happy that she had stayed away and let him deal with it in his own way and pace, instead of interfering and simply creating more problems. He leans towards her and gently kisses her on her cheeks. Gauri's eyes go wide as she turned to look at his parents in shock and they were smiling happily at her. She looked away as she blushed uncontrollably.

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