Om's office:
"He what!?" Om shouted on the phone.
The cops had called Om and told him about the whole incident and the note. Om was very angry after hearing the officer.
He quickly took his car keys and left for his apartment.
When he reached there, he saw that Gauri was covered in a blanket and was sitting outside her own house on a chair. She looked terrible because of the incident. Her face was pale and she still was scared. Om quickly went near her and cupped her face.
"Gauri, are you ok?" Om asked worried, although he knew that she was not okay.
He saw that the cops were inside her house. He went and talked to them. He then took Gauri to his apartment and made her drink a glass of water.
"Om...I...uh need to freshen up." Gauri said.
"Please." Om said as he opened the door to the bathroom.
Gauri went inside and quickly shut the door. She removed her jewelry and turned on the shower. She sat down and pulled her knees to herself. She held herself tight and started crying. She had not cried all this time. The pictures of the incident started playing in her head again and again.
Om could hear her crying from outside.
"Shivaay, that Khurana (business rival) needs to be taught a lesson. If he would have come after me, I still would have thought of taking this like an official matter but he just made it personal. He is going after all my loved ones starting with Gauri. I don't want him to come after you guys. Let's just handle this." Om said annoyed and angry on the phone.
"Don't worry. I will look into it. Just take care of Gauri." Shivaay said.
Om hung up the call and knocked on the bathroom door.
The cries had turned down to small sobs now.
"Gauri, hey you ok?" Om asked placing his ear to the door.
Gauri opened the door and stood like a statue. Om quickly turned knowing that Gauri opened the door.
Gauri had finally felt a bit light after all the crying. She poked Om's shoulder with her index finger.
"Om, I need a towel." Gauri said tired.
Om hesitantly turned behind making sure he would not look at her.
"Oh, you're wearing clothes!" Om sighed finally looking at a 'black lehenga' drenched Gauri.
"What did you think? I have not lost my mind, yet, " Gauri said wiping off a small tear with the tip of her thumb and gave a small smile.
Om looked at her horrified face.
"She must be going through so many things right now." Om thought.
He quickly went inside, brought a towel and wrapped it around her.
Gauri went inside the bedroom and changed her clothes to her night clothes. She came outside and saw Om doing something on his laptop.
"What are you doing?" Gauri asked as she went inside the kitchen to drink water.
"Nothing, come here." Om said, closing his laptop and gesturing Gauri to sit beside him.
Gauri went and sat beside him. Om brought a first aid kit from behind him and kept it in front of them.
"Look, I know you have got hurt at some places. If you want I will not apply it to you. But you have to cure these scratches." Om said.
Gauri felt good after hearing Om. She also understood that Om let her, the choice of him applying the medicine considering how the man had touched her this evening.
Gauri removed an ointment and kept it in Om's hands.
"Don't worry. I know you never touch me with bad intentions. Your touch doesn't disgust me. In fact I feel safe." Gauri assured him.
Om smiled and gently took her hands in his. He applied the ointment softly making sure it did not burn.
Gauri kept admiring him in the meantime.
Om was applying the ointment when the door bell rung. Om got up and opened the door. He saw a few men standing over there.
Gauri's Pov:
I heard Om say "Thank you for your help." To men standing outside the door. I got up and saw who they were.
'Cleaners and movers' read the t-shirts of 3 men outside the door. 2 officers were standing there too.
"The house is ready sir." The men in 'cleaners and movers' said looking at Om.
"Gauri, they have cleaned your house." Om said calmly waiting for my reaction.
I thanked the people who cleaned my house and went to open the door. As I opened the door I felt all the incidents replaying over and over. I could see myself harassed around the house. I couldn't breathe the air in my house. My head started spinning. I clenched my wrists and dug my nails deep in my palms. I could almost feel everything happen to me again.
