"Stop surfacing yourselves, filthy memories!!"

~ Omkara
(The Fairytale I Never Dream Of)

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'Why haven't you finished your homework yet?', Gauri asked with a frown.

'Sorry mumma. Today an uncle came to me and we had a lot of draw time! So, I will now finish my homework!!', Rikara opened the zip of her bag excitedly, 'He also gave me this handmade cartoon!', she showed the sketchbook Omkara gave her.

With her brows twisted in a deeper frown, Gauri started flipping the pages slowly. With the flow of sketches through the pages, she understood the brilliant idea of teaching a story to a kid like Rikara.

'Mumma!! He was soo big!!', Rikara got onto the divan and extended her one hand up, the highest she could, 'This tall! Like a dinosaur!! And he looked so scary with long hair and his face too was covered with prickly hairs!', Rikara giggled.

What the fuck! Why does he have to poke his nose in my life when he doesn't even remember my name!!, Gauri made a disinterested poker face. But Rikara was too fascinated with her new uncle.

'He said he will supply paper for me! He was so funny and his hairs tickle a lot!!', Rikara bursted in laughter.

'But, why did you meet a stranger? Did I not forbid you?', Gauri asked in a warning tone.

'He took me to see you working and what could I do? The aunty in the new playhouse threw me out', Rikara pouted.

'What??', Gauri freaked out, 'How could they? How dare they?', she fumed in anger, 'I'm going to talk to them tomorrow!!'

'Uncle did that too.. He himself took me there and bawled the aunty badly and even shouted at her. He looked more scary with red eyes when he was rebuking her', she giggled again, 'The aunty always shout at us, but tomorrow she was shaking in fear before uncle!'

'Okay okay, now stop your Ode to Hero Uncle and finish your homework!', Gauri got irritated and stomped inside the kitchen to make themselves dinner.

*****

A lady was dragging a little girl out harshly, under the scorching sunlit porch. He was looking at them from a distance. The lady threw a schoolbag beside her and a crayon box upwards, making the crayons break in pieces.

'Nooo...', he cried.

But his father didn't budge. He continued breaking the crayons, brushes, splattered colours on the floor from his watercolour tubes, turning his sanctuary in a mess of colours.

'Dad please.. Dad..', little Omkara hugged the thigh of a raged Tej, who was now targeting his sketchbooks.

'These sorry excuses of paintings are not gonna increase the shares of the Oberoi Empire!! I scolded you, beaten you up, but you didn't budge!! Now, if I destroy your tools, you'll not dare to hold them again!!', brushing Omkara off his leg, he started tearing the sketchbooks, numerous sketches were destroyed in just some snaps.

'Noo!! Dad please Dad, please Dad.. Don't do this..', Omkara cried again.

A thunder struck as Tej tore off the last sketchbook. Omkara crawled on the floor, trying to pick up the zillion pieces of his broken heart.

'You cannot be my Dad, Mr. Oberoi!! Never!', his broken voice and words halted Tej in his track.

'And you proved so my son', Tej stepped towards Omkara as a panther, 'You are just as useless and filthy as the womb you came from. Illegitimate piece of dirt!!'

A thunder hit again with a violent hit of howling promiscuous wind, rattling the glasses of the French window, as Omkara jumped from his lying state, covering the left of his bare chest with his palm, perspiring profusely. He could feel his erratically beating heart under his palm.

A nightmare again, he looked at his bedside clock. 12:30, should I call Shivaay? Pondering for some time, he finally called Shivaay.

'Yes Om', came Shivaay's voice.

'Uh, sorry Shivaay I called you this late, I saw a nightmare again. Shivaay, is there any chance of me being an illegitimate child? I mean, I saw Dad saying me that in my dream tonight.', Omkara blurted.

Though Shivaay was hell irritated due to the incoming call, he froze at the statement of Omkara. In his nightmare, he saw the awful day from when he started calling Tej as Mr. Oberoi instead of Dad. But how his memories got triggered?? Only being near to someone dear or his demoniacs can do that.

'Om! Stop imagining things!! Dreams are dreams, remember that always, okay?', Shivaay tried to turn the course of Omkara's thoughts.

'You're right Shivaay. Maybe I'm over thinking, thanks Shivaay', he disconnected the call.

My sleep is gone for tonight I guess, Omkara made a bitter face. Picking the intercom up, he called for Dandi.

Dandi knocked at his door within seconds.

'Dandi.. I saw a nightmare again. And how would I get some peace of mind?? I know, my sleep is gone, but at least my mind can relax, right?', Omkara was pacing in his room like a wounded lion.

'How about visiting her place? You don't have to hide your feelings when she's not around', Dandi gave off a wicked grin.

'Let's go!', Omkara ran behind Dandi, grinning like an idiot.

*****

Gauri sat upon the one-seater swing hung in the balcony of her apartment. A pole of street light at a very long distance was doing its job to lighten the streets in vain. It was a scary night of howling storm and deafening thunders. Nights like this didn't let her sleep. It brought back memories of the night of her abduction six year ago. As usual, she came out in the balcony with her guitar to help herself with the magical therapy of music.

Soon it started drizzling, making her surroundings more ghostly with foggy downfall. As the intensity of wind increased, so increased the strikes of thunder along with the heaviness of the rain.

Omkara walked towards the building, its balconies almost hanging over the narrow street. A clink of guitar entered his ears, pervading the sounds of rain, wind and thunder. The weather and the poor lighting of the area hid the singer and the listener from each other. So, Gauri started singing without the idea of a listener and Omkara comforted his ears, mind and heart with her angelic voice and skillful playing of guitar.

Omkara was swinging his head lightly along with the swift change of tunes of the song when Dandi butted in,

'Master, we didn't bring an umbrella in hurry. Get in the car master or you'll catch cold.'

Omkara smiled dreamily, streams of water running down his long locks, face, and droplets of rain hung as pearls at the end of his eyelashes. In a deep, hypnotic voice, he said, 'I will not fall sick if I go inside the car now.. But will that be able to cure my insanity? My crazy cravings for her?'

Dandi smiled to see his master's old passionate, obstinate and headstrong self back.

Omkara stood in midst of intense downpour and promiscuous wind, listening to the song that lit every nerve of his body with the fire of sensuousness. And Gauri poured out the storm brewing inside her with raw passion and emotion, unaware of his presence.

Tadpaaye mujhe teri sabhi baatein
Ekbaar ae deewane,
Jhuta hi sahi, pyaar toh kar..

Mai bhuli nahi haseen mulaakatein
Bechain karke mujhko
Mujhse yun na pher nazar..

Ruthega, na mujhse,
Mere saathiya Yeh wada kar..
Tere bina, mushkil hai
Jeena mera mere dil mein..

Zara zara, behakta hai, mehkta hai
Ajkal mera tan-badan,
Mai pyaasi hoon, mujhe bhar le
Tu apni baahon mein
Hai, meri kasam, tujhko samam,
Door kahi na jaa..
Yeh doori, kehti hai..
Pass mere aaja re..

Aajaaa re
Aajaa re
Aajaaaa re..

Tip tip barsa paani.. Apni mein aag laga di.. 😉🌧🌩🌪🌫⚡🔥

Monsoon season and monsoon offer!! Hot feelings in rain.. 🔥🔥

Romance is not at all okay in this phase of our RiKara relationship.. Will come up later.

Listen to the song of the YouTube video, its really nice! 💙

Happy reading!
With love,
Sarani.