Omkara wiped of the paint from his eyes to witness an angry chiraiya glaring at him with a smirk as well.
G: Not a word Mr. Omkara Singh Oberoi, what do you think of yourself haan? You cannot just blame me for whatever come in your dirty mind, (pointing finger) bcuz this-is-not-acceptable-for-me. (touching his hair, while he moves back) Apne baal itne lambe ugane ki bjaye agar thoda dimaagh bhada liya hota to shayad kuch to use krte. Aap ko  kya lagta hai aap k paints itne important hain k main woh churaongi. Aise paints to main kahin donate kr doon lekin kabhi purchase na karoon... (pointing finger again) first and final warning to you, mere pe koi bhi blame lgane se pehle hazaar baar soch lena, bcuz (yelling) I am not a thief.
He holds his hand and twists it to her back, while she bends down a little to prevent getting hurt. Both of them were almost yelling but not loud enough to get it heard by everyone else in the mansion.
G: Aaa
O: Yes, you are a thief. Main ne tumhe range haathon pakda hai.
G: I am not.
O: You are, warna koi bhi kisi k kamre mein chori chupke kyun aayega, unless uss k dil mein chor ho.
G: Omkara leave my hand. I said I was not here for stealing your paints.
O: Yes you were.
G: I said I was not.
O: Then what were you doing in my room?
G: I came to ruin your kurta with that sauce over there so that we don't get color coordinated like other couples, bcuz we are not one.
As soon as words left her mouth, she regretted blurting out everything. Sensing him losing his grip on her hand. She takes step back, rubbing her hand. He looks at her in disbelief.
O: You know, I knew you were hiding something, but it will be this, I did not thought of it.
G: That means, you were just playing to get it out of my mouth.
He moves towards the sauce and holds the bowl.
O: Yes... But seriously, sauce? Tumhe kuch aur nhi mila?
G: No jaldi mein ye hi idea aaya so...
He moves back to her.
O: I don't understand. Why are you sisters so conscious about color coordination. Its just dresses, for a function.
She was looking on the floor due to the embarrassment. He moves more closer to her.
O: Unless, tumhare khud k dil mein koi chor hai
She looks back at his face, was about to bring back the angry bird when he moved even more closer and words got stuck in her throat due to the proximity.
O: I mean if you really want us to be a couple...
He whispered in his husky voice, in her ear, transferring some paint on her cheek in the process. She closed her eyes in anticipation, not able to handle the proximity.
O: I don't mind, bcuz I am. fully single
Her hold on her other hand got tighter as she felt his lips on her ear lobe. Her heart was beating in a speed that she could hear it herself.
He moved back and smiled looking at the effect he had on her. She still had her eyes closed, but he loved how she blushed bcuz her lips had an effect on it causing them to curve up a little. He moved towards his closet and took the kurta out. She opened her eyes, hearing the sound of the closet and looks at him confused. He places the kurta on bed and gives the sauce bowl to her.
O: Tum iss k saath jo chahe karo, (huskily) but I will make sure hum (pointing towards her and himself) ek hi rang mein nazar aayen. Because this is what I want.
He turns around to leave, while Gauri was in a shock state staring at his back moving away. She even failed to realize that he had come in front of her again taking back steps towards her.
O: And I wish to wear this one, because this was your choice... (he looks at her flushed face) Tumhare jawaab ka intezaar karunga.
He left and she stood like a statue but with red cheeks. What just happened right now? Did he just propose her, just like that? But, he didn't say anything like proposing, but then why does it look like a proposal to her. And why the hell is she smiling and blushing? Does she really want this? No, she wasn't ready for all this, but then why does it feel so right and why does she feel so happy? Why does her stupid heart gets so loud when he is around? May be...
Her thoughts came to an end when she felt something fall down her head towards her face. Paint? She turned around to find Om putting back the empty bucket back on the shelf. When did he come back?
O: Main kisi ka ehsaan nhi rakhta.
He said and left immediately before she could come back to her angry avatar. But...but, why isn't she feeling angry right now? Why is she smiling at his antics? She will have to take a bath again because of this hippie, so she should be angry. Yes be angry Gauri, be angry. Do something to take your anger out. She forced herself to look for something to take out her fake anger and she realized that she was still holding the bowl of sauce. Yes, perfect she thought and moved towards his kurta on the bed. Just when she was about to flip the bowl on the kurta her hands stopped automatically and his words ran in her head, and she threw the bowl on the floor frustrated. Arrgghhh, Omkaraa, what are you doing to me?
She left the room in mixed emotions to take a shower to cool down herself, the frustration, and... the heated cheeks of her, that won't stop blushing.

Well I guess this story is not going to end so soon (soon but not so soon), since I had decided on giving short chapters but on a regular bases. And I promise as soon as I finish this book, I will continue my others.

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