Harry, Omkara's driver messaged him that they were here. Omkara checked his black Rolex watch. He had exactly 2 hours to talk to her. He had an important meeting scheduled after it.

When she entered the restaurant he rose from his seat and walked to her. She was wearing a simple red floral and her hair cascaded down freely. He took a deep breath. He had never seen someone look so devine in such minimal makeup. He wanted to reach out and caress his hand through the smoothness of her bare neck.

"Hey," he said with business like smile over his face.

"So you have called me to a hotel?" She sounded pissed.

"Actually I have a meeting here in two hours. And my clients informed me that they have the best restaurant in the town," Omkara said with an apologetic face.

"Oh," Gauri blushed with embarrassment.
She mentally cursed herself for thinking so lowly of him.

"Let's sit shall we?" Omkara lead Gauri to there table where they sat opposite to each other.

"I thought you were bringing your cousin sister too," Omkara asked even though in the back of his head he was glad that she didn't. He wanted to meet her alone.

"I was going to. But at last moment she had to leave for London," Gauri said. She was actually cursing Shivay, Anika's fiance now. It was because of his stupid emergency Anika had to go, leaving Gauri all alone to deal with the mystery man's situation.

"Oh," Omkara nodded.

"So what would you like to have?" Omkara asked after the waiter gave them the menus.

Gauri's eyes almost popped out as she skimmed through the menu. Hey Shankar Ji, what language is even this? She was turning the pages again and again to find one single dish whose name looked even remotely familiar.

"So what did you decide?" Omkara asked.

She looked at him with a gulp, then chuckled lightly.

"He, he. I am not that hungry. Just a glass of water would be fine," she said trying to push the invisible strand of hair behind her ear.

"What?" Omkara was confused. Why wasn't she ordering? Didn't she like this restaurant? But it was one of the best .Then he remembered how quickly she was going through the menu and realised the real problem.

"If you don't wanna order something for yourself then let me do it for you. Let's see if you'll like my choice or not," he said as smirked at her.

"Yeah sure," she replied, feeling releaved.

Omkara gave the orders and the waiter walked away leaving both of them alone.

"So you are here for vacation right?" He tried to start the conversation.

"Yes. For two months," Gauri said and sipped some water. She was never good at having conversations, especially with a person she hardly knew.

She looked around the restaurant and found all the seats were vacant. She found it weird how the restaurant was empty when the jatadhaari hippie had said it was one of the best.

"Is it something special today? Like some festival or something?" Gauri asked curiously.

"No why?"

"It's all empty...so I though..."

"Actually it's all booked," he said.

"But there are no other people," Gauri furrowed her eyebrows with confusion. He had to admit, she looked cute at button with those expressions. He wished he could just keep her in his pocket.

"It's booked for just two people," Omkara winked at her.

Gauri almost spat the water she was sipping. Her doe shaped eyes widen and almost popped out. He booked the whole restaurant just for them, that too the most expensive one. It must have costed more money than her annual income.

"But why?" She couldn't help but ask.

"I don't like crowd and this restaurant is always cramped with elites and business men. It suffocates me. Plus I wanted talk to you alone," Omkara explained. He hazel eyes were boring deep into her black ones. Everything about him was so intense, Gauri thought.

"So you live here?" Gauri asked.

"No. I live in India. I am here for a business trip, for next two months." Omkara replied.

"What do you do?" He asked.

"I completed my studies last year and joined a multinational company, The Oberoi Pvt lmt ," Gauri answered proudly.

Gauri watched the jatadhaari hippie's eyebrows arch up with interest and slight smirk on his face. She knew The Oberoi Pvt lmt was a famous company but she had no idea that Mr jatadhaari would be so impressed by it.

"So what's the deal with your name?" Gauri asked.

"Huh?"

"We have been talking for last 20 minutes and you still haven't told me your name. I know you are doing it intentionally. But I want to know why?" Omkara was a little take back at her straightforwardness. The more time he was spending with her the more he saw the difference shades of her personality.

"My life, its very complicated. And telling you my real name will only increase the complications," Omkara said with a straight business face.

This was the answer Gauri was not expecting. She didn't know what she was expecting but it definitely not it. She trusted a total stranger to have dinner with him in some empty huge restaurant all alone where she could easily be killed and dumped by him (she still had not dropped the idea of him being a serial killer) and he wasn't even ready to tell her his name?

Gauri Kumari Sharma was royally pissed.

"You don't have to tell me you name either if you want," Omkara said.

"Of course I am not going to tell you my real name!" Gauri almost burst at him.

"I know you are finding it weird but it's really important for me," Omkara tried make her feel better but it only fuelled her anger.

She couldn't help but wonder how he could book the whole restaurant for her but not tell her his name

But she told herself that she had no right to get so worked up about it. He was a just stranger after all.

"Ok whatever. Let's talk about the deal like you said. So what is it that you want?" Gauri asked, clearly in fowl mood.

"You. I want you ," Omkara's straightforward answer made Gauri's heart skip a beat.