RiKara FS - Petrichor of Love

Three

Hi dear readers,
I'm extremely sorry for the indefinite brake I had taken from writing. My exams are coming up so I was a bit stuck with studies. Here I present you the next chapter of petrichor of Love, which is a long very long read I'm afraid. But the chapter requires all these incidents in it and I don't want to break it into parts.
Hopefully you will like this chapter and find it in your heart to vote and comment.
With Love,
Sakura

Of slow burning flames

Present day, Mumbai

There was a time when she wished he could read her eyes, hear the unspoken of her heart; but now, she cursed herself for wishing the same. He saw too much, read too much and knew too much; too much that she wasn’t sure how to act around him anymore.

For the thousandth time that night, she wished she hadn’t accepted Shivay’s plea to let him organize her wedding, wished she hadn’t set foot in this city which had snatched so much from her, wished they didn’t come face to face, wished Kaveri Takur; her future mother in law had not spoken the way she had.

However, it was too late for all that. Shivay Singh Oberoi was a changed man now, fallen in love irrevocably himself he had finally realized what she might have suffered at the hands of his heartless brother. That Shivay Singh Oberoi was hell bent on making amends, or perhaps he was trying to play a secret cupid to the two of them, she was not sure. However when the man begged her for forgiveness, for whatever misconceptions he had about her, declared her his sister, and wanted to do her vidaai himself, Gauri no longer had the heart to refuse. Annika too played a part, especially since Gauri was the one to finally bring them together; unknowingly interfering into her new best friend’s entangled love life.

Gauri had always known her intended in laws were a bunch of greedy gold diggers but they were the only family who agreed to make ties with a girl left at the mandap. In addition, that woman, her intended mother in law, had a foul mouth; she did not let any opportunity slide where she could remind her, what a favor they were doing to her family by getting her married to their precious (widower) son.

The sound of the door clicking shut made her jerk out of those thoughts, brining her back to her temporary bedroom, which had once been Priyanka Oberoi’s, and her tear stained reflection in the large ornate mirror of the dressing table and Omkara Singh Oberoi who was standing at the door clenching his jaw.

“Kiyun?” He asked her, fury coating that single word almost dark, his eyes were burning, a vain throbbing at his temple.

“You shouldn’t be here Mr. Oberoi, please leave.”

He ignored her monotonous words as he approached her. She watched him from the mirror, still refusing to face him.

“Why were you silent?” There was an accusation in his tone and it irritated her, it was as if something bubbling inside was pouring out and she could not stop her words anymore.

“Toh kya kehete hum?” She turned to him with an equal fire in her eyes, clutching her fists. “Humein bhi toh nahi pata ke hamari shaadi kiyun tooti, kya jawaab dete hum?” Omkara opened his mouth to say something more, but Gauri held out her hand in a gesture of silence. “You lost your right to talk about it the moment you left.” He closed and reopened his eyes for a moment, willing himself to be calm.