WHEN TORNADO MET HURRICANE-6

Omkara tried to concentrate on his idol, the new Devi Parvati statue, clays and colours shattered,Each time his goddess is looking like someone else to his eyes..The small cute nose, bright smile, expressive eyes-,” Goddess is looking like Gouri, damn it!!”…
“Omkara..What is your problem?”- Annika sat patiently waiting for completion of his work, from a long time,” What are you doing Om, Making a Gouri Statue for your room so that you won’t miss her when she is away..”.

“She is not away Bhabhi, she is always close to heart, mind”- Omkara blurted absent mindedly…
“Wohi toh I can see very well…The person hidden deep in mind and heart is coming through hands…Instead of making Parvati you are making Gouri.”..
“Kabhi kabhi main samajh nehi paata hoon ki aakhir kya hai yeh sab…kyun hai..”- Omkara sighed..

“Same with me too but what can we do, her language is so strangely special like mine is…”- Annika act innocent.
“You are a chantumai in your language Bhabhi”- Omkara taunted.

“Your brother also says the same”- Annika smiled sheepishly…
“I wonder whats the problem is… Gouri is alright, you are all right..where did things went wrong in your marriage when you yourself married her and bring here from Bareilly…”..
“I brought her here..I married her because I can’t see any human getting murdered in front of my eyes”- On disclosed,” she was marrying some one else and ran from there for reason unknown..they all said she ran away after taking all the money and jewellery with her… may be with her lover..”..

“With you..”- Annika gave an unbelievable look,” they said she ran away with her lover with money and jewellery..But she ran away with you, where did you both bury all those after reaching here..any under ground room in Oberoi mansion to hide extra property!!”…
“We didn’t bury any where because she didn’t bring any thing like that. “- Om cleared.
“But why was a cute sweet girl like Gouri who is such devotional to Gods, to this family and specially to her Husband that is literally you, behaved like that!!”.
“I heard and saw with my own eyes..”- Omkara explained,”That her Fiance’s wife, Jhanvi Thakur pointed fingers at Gouri and her character before death…”.

“That man has a wife from before… Yeh aadmi toh bada chipda nikla, Kaali Thakur tight” – Annika is more chipdi,” You know what women are only enemy to women..They just points finger at their own species..so pathetic at such mentality..I would love to declare that lady a weak heart psycho…whatever Mrs. Thakur..and Gouri, I am sure she us not a gold digger type because she didn’t ran away with any one from your house taking more money when she has chances… several times…”..

“I also think the same..”- Omkara agreed…
“Tum kya sochte ho kya fark padta hai..jab kuch kehte nehi aur karte toh kuch bhi nehi except for playing hide and seek between idols..”- Annika suggested,” Just go and tell her..I will be waiting for your Thank you…”.
“Lekin main abhi, usse..Bhabhi mujhse…”Omkara stammered,”Kya kahunga usse bhabhi…”.
“Yehi ki tum apna hair style change kar rahe ho..”-Annika gave up from her coaching,” I lost my two hours with you…”.
“Bhabhi..Stop stop, save me from this whirlpool..”-Omkara pleased.
“I love you…”- Omkara confessed,” I will have to say this..”.

“You have to..you must soon or you know me, I will ask Gouri to say you”- Annika trailed her voice..,” Give Divorce to yourJata dhaari hippi and go away from him…”.
“Nehi bhabhi…Don’t do that..”- Om requested.
“I am like that…I can do anything for human welfare when matter is related to this family…”- Annika shouted,” Gouri..Gouri..Om is calling you here…”.

“Aayi bhaujai..”- Gouri ran to art room, her anklet sang a romantic tone.
“Kuch nehi..help him to colour the statue..I have some work..”- Annika left looking meaningfully at Lamba baal wala prani…
Om hold Gouri’s hand in his,pulled her near him, almost resting his chin on her crook of neck,”We have to complete this together…like we have to complete our love story..”.
“I just love you my
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“Bhabhi..I am unable to think about Family business as Shivaay Bhaiyya s taking care of it romancing his files, laptop, Khanna and Mishra, mobile, don’t get jealous bhabhi , O is busy romancing his various statues…colours, paint brush, long hairs…I just romanced with my dumbbell the whole life…”- Rudra crossed his arm,”Then only I got this idea..like them why don’t I also make my passion as my profession”…
“Come to point Rudra..Jalebi mujhe pasand nehi hai..”- Annika ran her little brain in this zoo,trying to make it a sanctuary, Oberoi and their problems, its a fun to find solution for those..,” Speak soon as Om had already eat half my dimaag ki dahi..”.
“I am thinking to open a gym..A big one..Will Mrs. Shivaay Singh Oberoi help me”-Rudra sighed after his daring longest speech,” will you…”.

“Lets talk to Shivaay”- Annika started walking, Rudra followed,” Hey bhagwan naa sun ne se pehle mujhe utha lena..”..closing his eyes..
“Annika..I am not getting my file, My mobile has no charge and my blue suit is all dirty..”- Shivaay complained like a little kid,” What shall I do with all this, I am not going to office today…”.
Rudy said his decision to Shivaay, who got happy at this decision, what more can he ask when his careless brother is all set to settle down on his own.

“Billi is working hard..I think she deserve some special things..”- Shivaay ran down,” I am going to make for you, Alu poori…”.
“With hot ginger tea and your black saira banoo”- Annika smiled,”I deserve the best, Billu ke gale mein ghanti maine bandha hai..”.
“Then come and help me”-,Shivaay invited her, to the same kitchen, from where he once banned her,scold her, asked her not to enter his area of kitchen…,” jaldi karo Annika…, tumhe bhook lag jaayegi…”.

They both made dough, made pooris, fried them in olive oil, cut and boiled aloo…every thing seemed so new..So perfect, lovely…
“Now my salary…I have cooked the delicious aalu poori for you”- Shivaay smirked, feeding Annika one after another poori,” Leave it you won’t be able to give me any salary coz I asked you that day for working in office and you haven’t given till now”.
“What the!!”- Annika blushed, he has asked for the naughtiest salary that day, who takes kisses in salary”.

“I will take..Kisses, hugs, smiles as salary”-Shivaay teased,”I said before also”.
“Oh bete ki.. baj gayi Ganti…”- Annika ran to her room face all red in shy,their room..,”phail gaya raita..”

“I didn’t even put a single chilli”- Shivaay left wondering…