Om's Pov
I saw Gauri and a handsome man leave her house, she was looking amazing in that dress, I have never seen her like this.
Wait, what? Omkara Singh Oberoi, what is the matter with you? You are the least interested guy, what do you care.
Pov ends
Even after thinking like this, it did matter to him.
"Hey, I thought you were on-call tonight." Om said while eyeing Jackson.
"So did I, but Jack changed plans, and now we are supposed to party." She said trying to understand what Om was finding so interesting in Jackson.
"By the way, this is Om, I told you while coming here." She told Jackson, gesturing towards Om .
"Oh, right. Hi, Jackson Avery." Jack said taking his hand out from his jacket for a hand shake.
"Hi, Omkara." He too shook his hand. The handshake was a powerful one.
"You are Avery, like the Harper Avery?" Om asked as he took his hand back.
"Yes, He is my grandfather."
They were interrupted by Jo's call.
"Yes! We are coming would you wait!" Gauri spoke trying to calm a half drunk Jo on the other side.
"Come on Jack, she is already there. Bye Om, see you tomorrow." Saying this she left holding Jackson by his hand.
This was very normal for her as she was his best friend. But Om who was guessing Jackson to be her boyfriend had his doubts cleared now.
After partying till late night, Jo went with her husband and Gauri and Jackson headed towards her house, as Gauri's house was near and Jackson was tired to drive himself home.
NEXT DAY:
Gauri woke up, and found Jackson, drinking coffee.
"Good Morning" he wished her
"Good Morning, what time are you going to the hospital?"
"I have no duty till afternoon, but I have to attend my mother for the Fox Foundation" {Fox Foundation is Jacksons mother's medical foundation}
"Do you ever even eat in here, there is no food except for loads of coffee." He asked her as he went through her kitchen pantry.
"Come on, you know it better than anyone, that I can't cook, also my neighbor Om, helps me with breakfast and dinner." She replied
"Oh, nice. He seems helpful. Anyways I gotta leave, my breakfast will be ready in my apartment." Saying this he picked up his coat and opened the door.
"Bye" Gauri walked him to the door.
As Jackson left, Om came in through the elevator, all drenched in sweat.
Om's Pov:
I came back from my morning run, the elevator opens and there is Jackson with his coat along with Gauri standing behind him.
'He slept over at her place? Or maybe worse. Wait, what do I care?'
I wished him good morning, and saw Gauri bid him goodbye.
"Bye, I'll see you at the hospital." Saying this, Gauri turned toward me
"Good morning." She wished me cheerfully.
"Good morning, late night?" I asked her.
"Yeah, we came late at night and Jack's place is all the way across town so he slept over." She replied
We started walking towards our apartment.
"You are coming over for breakfast?" I asked, already knowing the answer as she couldn't cook.
"Yes, but I need to freshen up, I literally reek of tequila, and it's not even 8:30 so..." she used her very famous Gauri Sarcasm.
I chuckled to her notion and we went to our respective apartments.
Pov ends
Gauri Pov:
After freshening up I went to Om's apartment. I wondered why his place was so monotonous, I always feel that there are many layers to Om than he portraits. There was no photo frame of his family, no artefacts, something just was missing, and I kept wondering what?
"Don't like my living room?" he asked me when I was eyeing his house.
"What, no! it's good. What are you teaching me today?" I quickly replied.
"Pancakes! Like'em?" he asked cheerfully.
"Oh yes very much!"
He started making the pancakes and I observed him, no not him, him making pancakes.
"Would you take out the flour?" He asked me when I was shamelessly checking him out.
"Sure, where is it?" I replied coming out of this handsome trance.
He pointed his finger to the kitchen pantry, it was on the second shelf, not even tall for me, but me being me, a clumsy idiot, dropped some flour on my newly SELF ironed clothes.
"Oh come on!" I shrieked.
"I am sorry, I'll clean it up." I said looking down at the floor, where the flour was scattered.
Om had not yet known about my little fiasco, unless I said that I would clean it up. He looked at me, with a questionable look, and the moment he saw me he laughed at me like hell.
"Really, it was not even like too tall for you." He looked at me again and went back to his laughing.
"Remind me to never ask you to take anything out that are above your eye level, clumsy klutz." He said between his laughs.
"Ha-Ha very funny." I said with a smirk and threw a handful of flour on his pajamas.
"Oh no not funny!" he looked at me and then at his flour flavored T-shirt.
He took some flour in his hand and tried to throw it on me but instead I ran. We ran around his white living room, throwing flour over each other. When there was no- where left to run swiftly turned door knob of one of his rooms and entered in, he too ran behind me. I was trying to escape, when he picked me up by my waist and swirling me around we fell on the couch, of that room. He fell on top of me, the proximity affecting me in ways I had never even wondered. We both glared into each other's eyes, and he moved close to my face as if to kiss me, but just then I saw something.
