Delicate - A Rikara Tale (Completed!)

Thirteen - Claim and Comeuppance

A/n: I don't think I can ever live up to your expectations of GKS's dabaang side, but I have tried anyway. I had a different state of mind when I wrote this than I had in the beginning of the story and I hope this does not change your interest in my story. For me, Dabaang means words that leave a person on their backside like a well aimed blow. Gauri's dabaang side has been adjusted a little as I did not watch either IB or DBO much. Do leave feed back and votes!

The world had a way of playing tricks on the most well prepared of people, turning their carefully curated plans, the kind that one spent several sleepless nights perfecting until it was damn near flawless, like Svetlana's own prized, precious skin on her face, into ashes and dust. Svetlana had spent so much time and effort into making sure that her diabolical plan was up to her standards- and safeguarded against upfront attacks by the straight, law-abiding Oberois that she had forgotten to evil-proof her plan - leaving loopholes that a person who twisted, bent and broke things, lied and adapted to survive could exploit - all Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi was everything that Sveltana prized in herself - young, beautiful and sly- able to twist words and men with the slightest of actions- a shift of her lips there, a lock of hair twisted around delicate, pale fingers. Everytime that Svetlana opened her mouth to insult Omkara's wife, the woman under attack responded with cutting words of her own with a smile on her face. Sweltana's own name had been corrupted to Sultana - and she did not know whether to be offended or flattered. Her confusion and anger slowly morphed into begrudging respect when she saw Gauri sink her nails into Omkara's shoulders and smirk, asserting that Sultana was smart enough to write a contract and Gauri had her to thank for it. Svetlana saw the fragile looking woman put Omkara's hand on her tiny waist and watched the man's eyes darken with need.

"I should thank you I think. For it was your dedicated and influential footsteps I followed - seducing a taken man" Gauri licked her ruby red lips as she pushed Omkara's hand away from her hip. "Like father, like son. I have you to thank for making me the Maalkin (owner) of the house. So, because I consider you my guru, I will give you a small tip" Gauri walked away from her utterly bestotted husband's side to stand next to Svetlana, her smile draining from her hazel eyes and being replaced with a look that Svetlana knew all too well, a look she herself practiced in her mirror. Gauri's voice was soft to the ear but her words cut like a broken bottle of booze "Get out of my house. Do not dare to show your face anywhere near my family. I don't like sharing what is mine. If I ever see your plastic face again I will not hesitate. Hear me carefully because Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi does not like repeating herself at all. If you ever mess with this family, Ek jhaap mein Satyai jaaibe dewar pe."

Svetlana could not help but take a step back when she saw the fire in the woman's eyes. "What?"

Her own voice sounded high pitched and stupid and she scowled at Gauri, "What are blabbering you fool. What language is this?"

Gauri only smirked, moving aside so that Om could take her place.

"Well, the translation from Dabaang Gauri's dictionary to Idiot Gold digger is: She'll slap you so hard that with one slap you'll stick to the wall. Did I get that right, darling?" Omkara turned to face his wife.

Gauri's smile was back on those blood red lips of hers, her eyes wide. She nodded, taking his hand in two of her tiny ones "You are learning. I am proud. But she won't stick. I'll paste her to it. Like cheap wallpaper."

Svetlana opened her mouth to protest at the indignity of how she was being treated but stopped at the look on both Om and Gauri's faces

It was the Great wall of Shivaay Singh Oberoi who stepped in next. "If there's anything I pride myself on Sultana" He said the word like a curse "It is research and elimination of unwanted threats. It was easy. We only had to act like the oblivious fools you thought we were and you stopped taking precautions. Recklessness makes the smartest crumble down like rotten buildings. You have doomed yourself. "