Just Ten Days

Stay a little longer with me baby!

{[A/N] What if Omkara would never have paid attention to anything that Gauri said and would just have been civil? What if he never would have told by anyone about anything that he possibly knows? What if he was not helped? These were some questions that were in my mind that made me publish this one. So do not forget to tell me your views if you all read it. Enjoy}

Life is not a bed of roses and for Gauri it never was, she was tortured in every place she was pt into. Snatched from her own family in childhood, the death of her caring father, working at a tender age for her mother, sold to Kaali Thakur and married to a man who never thought of her as his wife. But now she had given up. Even if she has to leave everything behind she will do it. Because now she had given up on this.

On the other hand, Omkara Singh Oberoi has spent his six years in not at all glancing in those orbs which reminded him that he had taken a wrong step or never took a right one. But even if he knew it, he never was able to stop himself from falling in the slippery paths that seemed to be coated with sugar. He too had given up on anything that seemed hard now. He did not wanted to go on that path which he knew was something that he will have to solve.

"I be home soon bachcha" he kissed the top of his daughter's head and ruffled her hair making her giggle. "Don't wait for me" he said to her in the coldest tone possible and she just nodded. It's been six years, six long years and he was still the same. Cold, and as the day passed he became colder. She saw him playing with their daughter, laughing with his brothers and smiling with the elders but whenever it comes to her as if everything flies away. Everything is masked inside something that she knew. He hated her, purely and whole heartedly, he just hated her. And after these years she just stopped to even respond towards his hate. She stopped trying to convert it into love. Because truth was something he did not know and her voice was something he did not wanted to hear.

"Maa, Anu tea wants" chirped her five year old daughter. "It's not 'Anu tea wants', it's Anu wants tea" she corrected her. Yes, in these years she had at least learned to fight with her in abilities and knowing that this world does not survive without this language, she learned it. "And no, Anu is a kid, she cannot drink tea" she answered cupping the girls face. "But everyone drinks tea, Anu too wants... Anu wants tea... maa Anu wants tea" the little girl started wiggling as she held her shoulders, "no Anu, kids don't drink tea" she tried to reason. "You are lying. Maa lies as she lied for dadaa. Dada doesn't come home soon and maa says he will. Maa lies" Anaya wiggled hard and her balance dropped making Gauri fall in the ground. "Maa.." Anaya shouted and rushed to her mom.

She sunk on the cold ties with mess in her eyes and the tears that she had stopped again started to fall. "Maa sorry. Maa don't cry. Maa Anu don't drink tea. Anu don't ask about dadaa. Anu doesn't says anything. Anu promise, pakka wala promise. Anu stays silent. Maa don't cry, please don't cry. Anu don't make maa cry like dadaa. Anu loves maa" she hugged her mother . Just little jumbled words, enough to make her realise that she needs to take away this insecurity out. She had to make her child normal till she is here at home. She has to make her believe that her parents were normal. She hugged her daughter back and caressed her back.

Even if you try as hard as you can, the child always notices what all is happening. When there is no love between her mom and dad; the little Anaya was quick to make out that her dadaa and maa were not like her other school friends parents were. Even if she asked, one or the other of her parents were absent during any one of her days, except her birthday and that was something she was quick to guess.

He was in his room with his paintings surrounding him as they did always. Paint colour bottles opened and the brushed sank in them only to be pulled by him and to be applied on the canvas, stroking it. She entered his room and walked towards him. It has been six years, and now he was able to make out when and where she was. He had learned the sound of her anklets tinkling. "What do you want" he asked, eyes still stuck on the painting. "I am ready" she answered.