A rikara story version 4

aisa kyu hota hai

As she unlocked the door and swung it open, her eyes met his eyes.

as soon as their eyes met, something felt unusual. the man was revealed.

man: hi I am om, this happen to belong to this house.

as he handed her the envelope, a current passed through their bodies.

gauri in mind: why do I feel this weird? I have never felt like this for anyone not even ajayji.

om in mind: this weird? I have never felt this weird with anyone before.

gauri: thank you.

as she was about to lock the door, om caught sight of her head which had blood coming out of it.

om: um, your head is bleeding.

gauri: nothing new. I'll sort it out when I get time.

om: and when will you get time?

gauri thought for a minute looking confused.

she never even has time for herself.

when everyone was out of the house, then she had to use the time to clean the house, make them dinner, this that.

she never even got to rest once.

but that was her fate.

om looked at a confused gauri and said: exactly! you don't have any time to do first aid on your head. if you like, i'll do it.

gauri: if...if...you don't mind.

om smiles and says: it is no problem.

gauri lets him in. as soon as she allowed him in, it seemed much more easier to breathe in.

om placed gauri on the sofa when she screamed.

om: what happened?

gauri: nothing. leave it.

looking at how gauri tried her best to ignore the pain told om that she was not loved at all. that she was instead treated as a donkey but he tried to mind his own business.

om: um first aid.

gauri: I'll get it.

om: no no I'll get it.

gauri: arre yaar, I am serious. I will get it.

om: but..

gauri stands up and falls onto the floor. om rushed to her as soon as she fell. she clutched onto his shoulder as he took her in his arms in bridal style. as he did this, the feeling grew stronger and more weirder. om carefully placed her on the sofa and says: sorry if you felt uncomfortable.

gauri in her mind: he is so sweet. I might have only known him for ten minutes but it feels like forever. (talking) it's no problem. no need to say sorry.

om smiles and says: and now first aid box.

gauri: kitchen.

om entered the kitchen and saw drops of blood on the tiles. something told him that the blood belonged to gauri.

om in mind: just looking at gauri and this house, it seems as if gauri is not even treated as human here.

he grabs the box and goes to gauri. he slowly applies the first aid and once again rikara both felt weird.

saathiya saathiya

saathiya saathiya

om: done.