Love knocks again (RiKara Fan Fiction) : Completed

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

'It better fits'

Omkara Singh Oberoi thought to himself as he added a dress pants in one size higher than he usually prefers to his online shopping cart. All the 'not leaving house unless the floor is below is flooded or the floor above is falling' has put on extra pounds here and there on his body. So, he hoped that the new clothes that his HR, Radhika was making him purchase for the 'not happening without the project head' meeting fits him well.

Grudgingly he made online payment for his shopping and sent the screenshot to Radhika as good humor. She replied with a smiling emoji, but Omkara knows she would be nothing close to smiling when it was about anything regarding him. Omkara and Radhika had mutual professional detestation for she, every month, filled his mail box with complains about his lack of physical office hours specified by company policies and he, relentlessly, played his most skillful employee who bagged the US clients card to his VP to get away with ridiculous work from home requests he keeps making. Well, eventually, it was always he who gets his way, thanks to all the hard work he put to this one company for the past twelve years since he graduated. Now, at 34, Omkara has earned the privilege of developing multi million dollar software from the comfort of his house wearing boy shorts and wife beater*.

When Radhika learned about the important meeting that the team is going to have with clients from the US, she took it upon herself to make everyone believe that the meeting isn't going to be successful with Omkara, the brain behind the entire project. Even ever supporting VP insisted that Omkara cannot get away with this one.

Personally, Omkara knew they couldn't do it without him. He was hired by a goose and he hired bunch of dolts. It is a surprise that everyone is working properly without him breathing down their neck. If rumors, that he keeps track about even though he has reduced his social life to nil, are to be believed, then Omkara might as well become VP by the end of next year. VP meant more money, influence and less office visit and, if he could manage to crack the deal with Chinese company, then complete goodbye to India. At least, then he wouldn't have to live a life confined to the four walls of his house.

Omkara, from time to time, wonders if he should leave the life of hermit that he has taken up on himself. Then, he would think about the high stakes he would be playing at for desiring something as trivial as social life and immediately curb into comfort of his couch and click on another episode of Breaking Bad. Not everything about staying home can be bad, you know. At least now he knows how the series that he always wanted to watch ends.

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"And then what do you do at home?" asked Rudra who was best friend of Omkara once upon a time when Omkara reached the office first and left last. Now, for old time sake, Rudra kept him Omkara Company whenever the latter comes to office and also moonlights as gossip monger for Omkara.

Omkara sighed behind the coffee mug he was sipping from. It never ceased to amuse Rudra that Omkara stayed home most of the time.

"I do... stuff... you know... around the house." Omkara said. "Some work. Some hobbies. " he shrugged casually.

"That must be..." Rudra scrunched his nose. He was thinking something abrasive but was willing to say a polite word so that he doesn't appear rude.

"I know." Omkara prompted saving Rudra the effort of surfing his vocabulary.

For someone like Rudra, who couldn't help but exploit every opportunity to stay away from his house and over the top wife, Omkara's self infected house arrest seemed appallingly strange. Though Rudra knew the reason that lead to this eccentric behavior of Omkara, he couldn't understand the need for such harsh decision.