Love In The Raindrops (Slow Updates)

Chapter 11

"Aren't you going to meet your family? They are waiting." Gauri asked Omkara.
"I don't know what to do. I do not feel like going."
"They are dying without you."
"Hmmm..."

Omkara and Gauri have been meeting since that day. It's been a week now. Everytime they meet,Gauri tries to convince him to meet his family but he refuses everytime.
"I have to go." Gauri said getting up from the bench.
"Why? It's just fifteen minutes since you came. Sit. I'll drop you." Omkara said desperately.
"Actually I have to go with Saumya. I am going to sing a few songs on her show."
"Oh!"
"Will meet you tomorrow."

Gauri was leaving when he called her,"Gauri."
"Yes?" She turned around to see him.
"Best of luck."
"Thank you very much."

Omkara was never the person who would listen to radio shows. But tonight was different. Today somebody special was there.
"And now we are going to hear Gauri singing your requested song,Saathiya." He heard Saumya saying.

And there came her sweet voice.

Jo na keh sake tum,
Jo na keh sake hum,
Kehne lagi dono se wo khamoshiyaan

O Saathiya
Sathiyaa...

Baadalon mein ghul na Jaye
Hai Jo lamhe thehre thehre

Do dilon mein jazb karle saare jazbe gehre gehre

Kal kya pata mile na mile
Nazdikiyaaa O Saathiya

Milke tumse khush Hoon lekin
Dil Hain phir bhi uljha uljha
Door karde paas lakar
Kal Hume na koi lamha

Par Jaye na Dil pe kahi
Gham ka nishaan o saathiya

Jo na keh sake tum
Jo na keh sake hum
Kehne lagi dono se wo khamoshiyaan,O Saathiya

Saathiyaa....

Her soulful voice had astonished him. How can somebody sing so well? Her voice is just amazing.

Next morning, Gauri felt nauseated. How long can she tolerate? This man sitting beside her has been praising her for past one hour. He is just going on and on about how she should be in Bollywood. If she was meant to be in Bollywood then her Salman Khan would have come to take her,right?
"Omkaraji,please stop this. Thank you for your appreciation but let's talk about something else."
Omkara smiled sheepishly,"I guess I spoke too much."
Gauri sighed. At first when he praised her she felt happy and a little shy but he did not stop. This man!
"Paanipuri!" Omkara had to close his ears hearing her shreak.
"What happened?"
"I have to eat paanipuri. Let's just go."
"You shreaked for that?" Omkara asked baffled. Who does that? Crazy woman!
"Arrey I don't have time.I have to go to the bakery. I have to eat them quickly.''

Omkara was shocked to see what she was doing. She had taken out sunglasses from her bag and wore them. She called them Dabang glasses. She threw paanipuri in the air and caught them in her mouth.
"What is this?"
"This is Dabang paanipuri style. Aapko to get bhi nahi pata. Ajib chirota!" Gauri said slapping her forehead.
"Chi...chiro what?"
"Kuch nahi ho sakta Inka." Gauri muttered to herself.
"And what is this Dabang Dabang thing you are saying?" Omkara asked confused.
"Hayee! You don't know Dabang?"
"Is it some expensive brand? Those sunglasses you were talking about?"
"Ek jhaap mein deewar pesat jaibe! He is my Salman Khan. My Prem. And you are hopeless."

Gauri was eating one by one paanipuri while Omkara could not even swallow one. It was so spicy. He had to drag her from there. Mad woman! Paying the vendor they both left.
"Now I have to leave. The bakery will be opening anytime." Gauri said.
"I'll drop you."
"I go by Rickshaw."
"It's okay." Smiled Omkara.
"A nawabzada like you will be able to manage?" Gauri mocked.
"Hey! I am not Rudy." Said O.kara Making her chuckle.
"Fine. Let's go."

For the first time in months Omkara felt fresh,happy and cheerful. How long has it been since he smiled from his heart?