Gauri had no idea what she had exactly imagined everytime her Omkaraji mentioned the Oberoi Mansion.

When she got off the Rickshaw, that she had hailed from the railway station, she definitely expected something big.

But, what stood in front of her was an extravaganza. The Oberoi Mansion was mesmerising in all its glory. She tried walking through the gate, when two security guards blocked her way.

"Ma'am, you can't go inside," said one of them whilst Gauri was still musing over the house.

"Arey. I came to meet Omkaraji," she said, her eyes darting between the white mansion and the muscular man, "Hum, Gauri Kumari Sarma, paanchvi pass, from Bareilly."

She introduced herself by thrusting her tiny hands in front of their amused faces.

The men laughed at her, "Listen, girl, you can't just get off some bullock cart and demand for Saab to meet you! Pick up your things and leave!"

Anger flared inside Gauri and her Dabangg side almost made an appearance. Almost, fortunately for the men.

Arey, Gauri! I-Saanth ho jao. Iss Chirote ko Kaise Pathah hoga ki hum Kaun? Woh Jatadhaari ko Bataana chahiye tha na!

Mentally cursing her lover for not informing his security about her arrival and not wanting to make a bad first impression with the first person she meets in this huge place, be it Om's Bade Bhaiya or this guard, she decided to deal with it in a disciplined manner. (As opposed to hitting them with orange flavoured sugar-candies on their foreheads, of course. Wiser decision.)

"Look, Bhaiya. Hum Omkaraji ka guesht hai. Call him, har-harayie ke and ask for yourself," she said, comically with swift hand gestures.

"Look, girl, if you don't leave, we would have to forcibly remove you."

Anger surged through her body. Her temper was almost as short as her.

Before she could, 'ek jaap ke deewar pe sat jayi be' the two badtameez chirote, she spotted a familiar large man jogging across the lawn.

She could recognize him anywhere. After all, the giant with a candy-floss for a heart is the only person aware of her relationship with the brooding artist, from his side.

He had promised them six months ago, when it all started, that he would take it to the grave and not even tell his Boss-Man  (A.k.a the other short person with temper shorter than his stature).

"Kanna-ji! Hum, Gauri! Here!" She jumped and yelled towards the man. He looked around confused at the sound of the voice and his name, when his eyes finally zeroed onto her petite figure and that rusted trunk beside her.

Chiding his juniors in fluent English that flew right over her head, he welcomed Gauri with all the respect and love she deserved, and even apologized.

The future heiress, since it's unlikely for Shivaay Singh Oberoi to score a stable one, of the Oberoi Empire.

He gently tugged along the small girl, who was giving victorious, smug looks to the chirote outside, into the huge mansion.

Gauri couldn't help but gasp time and again at all the beautiful infrastructure and details painfully yet royally put together in that building.

Kanna took her to a posh corridor when she finally questioned him, "Kanna-ji? Why iis it i-so quiet? Kaa hua?"

"Woh, Gauri ma'am, all of them have gone to the temple in Shridi," she immediately made a gesture of prayer with clasped hands towards the sky and he continued, "They will be back tomorrow morning. Shivaay Sir has gone to office and Rudy baba, college."

"Oh."

"Ma'am, this is Omkara Sir's Room," he said, politely stepping aside to let her in.

"Ji. Thank-u," she said. Swinging the door open and entering into the colourful room.

A waft of poster paints and wet clay hit her olfactory nerves. It felt like him. It felt like home.

She spotted him, as the door gently shut itself behind her, in a corner with those cute black rimmed glasses he wears whilst sculpting and some white powder smeared across his nose. She couldn't help but just admire her cute Hippie who was concentrated- he looked up immediately.

It was definitely gravity.

Their eyes met and she squealed, "Omkaraji!" She immediately took off running towards him, dropping her trunk on to the marble floor. Definitely, would have made a huge mark; Omkara made a brief prayer that his mom or Choti-ma didn't find out about it.

He smiled, forgetting that he was mad at her for refusing to take his car from the station, and stood up with open arms. He himself would have received her, if it weren't for a sudden order. And Gauri had chastised him to not neglect 'thoshe who help p-feed ourshelves'.

God, he loves her. All of her weird, cute fast talks as well.

She flung herself right into the open ones. Having viswaas in him to hold up with both of their weights. And he did just that.

He effortlessly lifted her off the floor and crushed her into his body, like that would magically make them one physically as well.

After sometime, he put her down but still didn't let her go from his tight hold.

He rested his forehead on hers and gently rubbed his nose along her jaw and then her nose as well.

"I missed you, so much," he said, softly pecking her on her lips, still lingering.

"Hum bhi," she said with a small smile, a lonely tear (of joy or perhaps, the pain of staying away from him for so long) slid through her cheek and Omkara did not waste anytime in kissing it away, sending shivers down her small body.

"Omkaraji, stop. I'm sy," she said giggling and slightly pushing him away, not really letting him go.

"Gauri. It's 'shy'. Not 'sy'," he said, grinning, knowing all too well what her reply would be.

"Haan. Wahi toh hum bola, 'sy'," she replied sincerely.

His grin widened as he shook his head at her. He whispered huskily while pulling her in for another hug, this time Gauri not being ariel. "Nevermind."

"Teek-hai," she also whispered, being kind of confused, as always.

Suddenly, the door swung open and before any of them could react, the intruder strutted inside the room, brisk, only to trip over the metallic trunk, loudly, and almost fall on to the cold floor.

"Fhat the wuck is that?" He yelled looking back at the evil, old trunk that tripped him, possibly on purpose, although he doesn't recall bullying luggages in his life.

Omkara and Gauri immediately let go of each other, and Gauri, without wasting anymore time, ran towards the man and bent down to touch his feet.

"Pai laagoo, Bade Bhaiya," she said, touching her heart after his feet through shoes.

Instinctively, the blue-eyed man touched her forehead as a sign of blessing, that she took happily.

"Wait," he said confused. He looked at Gauri and Om, the former in her La La Land for finally receiving blessings from her Bade Bhaiya and the latter panicked. This is not how On wanted his brother to know. He wanted to explain everything from the top, explain it wasn't ever lie nor a dhoka. Explain it was love, a topic Shivaay does not really believe in.

"What's a laagoo?" Shivaay asked. Oddest of the questions Om would have expected from him.

Meanwhile, Shivaay was frustrated and confused with all the new words he had been learning today.

Before, all these random women popped up with weird words, for him, it had been a beautiful day.

***

Phew. Hope I did justice to this very-long haired couple. I always felt that the show, after a point overlooked their love story. I love Shivika and they're my favorite but in my opinion this couple needn't have been abandoned with false hope for so long.

So, stay tuned for more Shivika, Rikara and Rudra's chaotic love story in my book!

Sorry for the late update. Haha. I'm incorrigible.

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