"You know what? You are right. I shouldn't be explaining anything to you. But here I am! I am miserable now and I was miserable when you were not here! I was terrified and miserable because you were taking everything otherwise! All this days that I spent with Andrew, were to tell him that I don't love him anymore; that I don't wish to go back to what we used to be. Did you know I have refused him so many times in all this days that he has absolutely lost his self-respect. I rejected him time and time again! I rejected him today and came running to you! To explain to you that what you saw was not what it looked like!" Gauri said looking straight into Om's deep eyes.
"Why? Why do you want to explain it to me?" Om asked looking right back in her tearful eyes.
"Because I love you! You idiot!" Gauri blurted out literally screaming. She was having a rush of emotions in her, she realised what she had just said and broke her eye-contact and left from there.
Om was numbed for a minute.
"Did she just...say...I love you to me?" Om thought.
He ran fingers through his hair and couldn't think straight. He knew Gauri needed time to recover from the bomb she had just blasted in front of him because so did he.
He cleaned his house and had a shower to freshen himself up.
While showering Om had a flashback:
Flashback:
"What kind of love stories do you like?" Gauri read the question from her phone.
Gauri and Om were playing Truth and Dare from an app on Gauri's mobile. It was Om's turn right now.
"I don't know. Considering my last relationship with that girl I am waiting to see for myself." Om told Gauri.
"Hmm, so are you looking for guys now? I mean I could help you find some." Gauri teased him as she saw Om drift away in his dreadful family past.
It took Om a minute to understand what she actually meant, he looked at her and they started laughing.
"Tell me, what is your kind of love story?" Om asked Gauri.
"Intrigued are we? Anyways the question was for you not me." Gauri replied dodging her question.
"Come on Gauri, just answer it." Om requested.
"Fine. I hate typical love stories. I mean, it should be a journey filled with laughter, joy and sadness too for that matter. I used to see my grandparents watch these daily soaps where the guy is a millionaire with family issues and apparently the girls are always bound to some existential crisis.
The families are so freaking rich! I want a normal love story. Not one where the women of 'sasuraal' are cruel. Look at your mother, she is so good. Pinki aunty and dadi are very sweet too. I mean Anika di might hardly be missing her maternal family." Gauri said lost in her own world.
Although Om was impressed by Gauri's thoughts of having an independent love story kind of stuff, but he also felt bad that there was very little chance of their love story.
"Oh and have you noticed one thing? The girls are all chirpy and like getting wet in the rain and do irrational things; while all the guys are always in suit and don't like to get wet and all. I mean guys are fun too! You are a fun guy, aren't you?" Gauri kept continuing when Om cut her in.
"Ms. Gauri Sharma, I had asked what kind of love story you like; not a synopsis of all the soaps your grandparents watched." Om said chuckling.
"I see now why you like American and British shows more." Om said, while Gauri sat there embarrassed thinking about how quickly she had escalated off the topic.
Flashback ends.
Om laughed to himself thinking about how Gauri fell in love with him; the millionaire guy with family drama.
