When We Fell Again...

Bar Reveal

Hi Guys, 

So many of yall messaged and I am truly overwhelmed to see such a response! Big hugs to all of you. I had half a chapter written before I came back from vacation and I was struggling to continue. So, I sat down and watched the Rikara scenes right after the merge with IB. Somehow, their chemistry and their magic was inspiration enough to continue the chapter. 

It might not be my best work, but it is something. I sat myself down and wrote until I finished what I had in mind. It is completely unedited, but I hope yall still like it. 

I will also try to be more regular in my updates, now that I'm back. Promise!

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OS: Bar Reveal

"So, what's up with Mr. Hotshot-I'm gonna make it big-Artist?"

Green-eyed Bhavya Pratap Rathore asked as she pulled out the familiar bottle of Coke and Rum from under the colorful bartable. Opposite her sat a very tired, very needy Omkara Singh Oberoi with his loosened tie around his neck and droopy eyes that widened when she mentioned 'Artist'.

"Sshhh...."

He hissed checking back and forth to see if anybody heard. Thankfully, the bar was quiet with a few loungers enjoying a game of pool in the back corner. Ellie Golding crooned in the background.

"You know nothing is finalized yet and you also know that it's supposed to be a secret."

Bhavya shrugged as she began to pour the Coke and then mix in the shot of Rum in the glass. "Raking in that deal the other day with the bloke from the Gallery seemed 'finalized' to me."

She passed the drink to him as she looked into his eyes questioning. "Besides, who are you hiding from? Your Dad's in New York happily unaware of the Art thingy."

Om sighed for the nth time that day. His day at the office had been tough with people around him constantly demanding invoices and market checks and quotes and agreement papers....none of which he was interested in. All he really wanted to do was freeze frame and paint the commotion and chaos on a blank canvas while he blasted music from his speakers and lazed in his slacks. All he really wanted to do was watch as the colors unfolded on the piece with layers of detail and intricacy that he knew he was capable of. And somewhere in the middle of the painting all he had wanted to carve in was a certain pair of beautiful hazel eyes that captivated him completely. Wait, what?

Om sat up with a jerk when he realized the direction of his thoughts. Shaking his head, he veered himself back into the conversation.

"It's complicated." he said as the tingy taste of the Coke covered his senses momentarily. Exactly what I needed.

Bhavya shook her head at him unfazed before letting it go. She had known Omkara since college and she also knew that when he closed off from a conversation it was pointless to push him on it.

"So, you tell me. How's the job search going? Any luck with the reference that I sent you?"

Bhavya stared at him for a long moment before shaking her head at him annoyed. "The reference you sent required a top class chef with at least 10 years of experience. You know I barely have 5 years at the Pastry House and now two at this shitty part-time bartender job."

"So you rejected the offer?" Om stared at her bewildered over the glass of alcohol between them. "You know you were perfect for the job."

Bhavya looked down unsure of herself. "I don't know that."