Omkara had so easily said that he was not any nawabzada but it proved to be wrong. Sitting in the rickshaw with Gauri he realized how tough it was! The Rickshaw was moving here and there and it was bumping into the little pebbles. It was not going smooth like his car. Maybe he was a nawabzada. Because right now he got to know that he had travelled by car or chauffeur all his life and only once or twice he sat in a rickshaw. He doesn't even remember the experience.
"Bhaiya,stop here." he heard Gauri say.
"This is not the bakery." Omkara said looking around.
"Buddhu. I intentionally stopped a little away from the bakery. What if somebody saw you there? I will walk from here. You go back." Saying this Gauri bid him bye and started walking towards work hurriedly. Omkara moved into the opposite direction. He should go to the penthouse now. What else can he do? All his money is finishing as well. He has to withdraw some money from bank or atm. But if he does Shivaay would get to know. Shivaay has been tracking his account details. Omkara sighed. Should he go back? He remembered Gauri's words. His family is dying without him.The whole day Omkara thought about Gauri. He just could not get her out of his head. What had this girl done to him? Around midnight he sat down to paint something. Only his art could help him right now.
Sitting in front of the canvas for one hour Omkara did not even draw a circle. He was lost in his own land. Sighing he got up. Deciding to go for a drive Omkara got ready. Then taking his car keys he left.
Omkara was driving around the city. He felt lost and sad. He wanted to cry out loud. He wanted to scream. Suddenly he felt like no one was with him. He felt deserted.
His car came to a halt and he looked out of the window of his car. He looked at the girls hostel. A certain somebody lived here. He wanted to go to her. But women of many ages stayed here. What if somebody spotted him? And why is he do eager to go? Omkara couldn't calm his raging heart!
Sorry for the short update but it is all I could write. Let's see what I'm does next.
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