Chapter 1 : Meet Him

Her hands that had been exploring his hair, began working hungry fingers down to his chest and still lower. Her greedy tongue flicked against his lips before slipping into the depths of his mouth. He felt her hands stroking his length against her groin. He could feel how wet she had become as she teased him on herself.

His hands grabbed her hips with a firm resolution and thrusted unannounced into her letting out a growl, feeling the sloppy channel. Ripples of pleasure coursed through his being. Her moans filled his ears as she raised her hips to meet his thrust.

He felt her hands quickly reach to his back clawing at his skin. He made long, slow, and steady strokes at first, then plunged fast and deep in a raw animalistic need.

Omkara fell beside her on the bed when he had found his release. His partner in the carnal deed smiled complimenting him, “You are so freaking addictive, you should be illegal.”

Omkara chuckled, closing his eyes trying to cherish the bliss his body felt.

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“Bro, where were you?” Rudra’s voice greeted Omkara.

“Right in time to go pick up Shivaay!” Omkara said not answering the question that had been directed towards him, grabbing his brother by the arm. He began moving towards the building.

“So, it was another fling?” Rudra further probed. It didn’t seem like he came down from his office.

“Well, one of my friends needed me.” Omkara said not exactly lying.

“Oh!” Rudra exclaimed hurrying beside him.

Omkara pushed open the door to Shivaay’s office. “Hi, Om! Hey, Rudra!” The person behind the desk greeted, surprised, his calculative look spread across his face.

“So what’s up?” Omkara asked half sitting on the mahogany desk.

“Work!” Shivaay replied looking at the files. An answer, that Omkara was expecting.

“Your smile says otherwise!” Rudra butt in to the conversation, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket on the side table along the wall. Omkara smirked noticing the otherwise composed Shivaay a wee bit nervous.

“Tell me proposal number eleven is on the news!” Omkara chuckled almost mockingly. Shivaay’s hunt for prospective bride was good entertainment for Rudra and him. Poor man seemed desperate to get married already.

“It is!” Shivaay answered in a clipped voice.

“I was kidding!” Omkara said with a dumbfounded expression. Shivaay couldn’t be serious. Like the eleventh girl! For an arranged marriage date? God, that was definitely not good.

“I am not. It’s Bon Appetit, a relatively new restaurant. I haven’t been here before.” He said, looking at his phone, probably going through the details of the restaurant.

“The girl’s also new.” Rudra giggled in response, Omkara turned to give his younger brother a glare. Trust him to come up with the lamest facts and jokes.

“Shivaay you are mad? Why are you even marrying? I mean you have your entire youth before you. You are just twenty-six. Get married at forty or something.” Omkara spoke picking up the violet colored paperweight while making another attempt to knock some sense into his brother’s head.

“Oh, shut up. Who will wait till forty?” He replied keeping aside the file that was open before him.

“Get a life Shivaay. We’re in the twenty-first century. You don’t have to marry to get laid. Look at me!”

“Let’s not go there…” he said looking up at Omkara, subtly mocking him for his habits. His eyes observant as always, trying to search something in his first cousin’s brandy brown eyes.

“Shivaay, I am serious. Why on earth would you give up your freedom?” Omkara spoke seriously.

“One Woman Man. That’s what I want to be. I am not a radio channel to be broadcasted for all. I want to be that one special person for that one special person. Simple!” He smiled. His smile held all the mockery in the world. Omkara scoffed looking away briefly.

“That’s some ancient desire!” Rudra chuckled while Shivaay glared at him.”There are so many cons to that ” Rudra went on to say biting into his apple.

“Like?” Shivaay asked.

The probability to get your heart broken is a closed to a ninety nine point nine. Omkara muttered in his mind.

“One boring person for the rest of your life. You won’t even know the person properly when you get married. It’s kind of suffocating.” Rudra said uneasily.

“How can you say the person would be boring? Anyway, I am meeting her before right? It’s not like I am marrying her at the first meeting. You let it be.” Shivaay said piling up his files. “You…guys and lunch?”

“Nope. We came for that!” Rudra said looking at Omkara.

“Okay let’s go,” Shivaay said and Omkara nodded moving towards the door.

“What if there is no sexual compatibility? I mean you are going to marry her before knowing her that way!” Omkara spoke up as they walked out of his office room, still trying to change Shivaay’s stubborn mind.

“Omkara, please. That’s rare. And besides…. you just get to know if you’d click.” He shrugged his shoulders answering and Omkara smirked seeing the little uncertainty in them.

“Says the man whose already rejected ten!” Omkara snickered finding amusement.

“Very funny.” Shivaay rolled his eyes but couldn’t properly mask the uncertainty that Omkara had triggered.

“I hope you keep rejecting women and then decide to get laid. One night stands are a thing, bro!” Rudra winked.

Omkara laughed at that, while Shivaay sighed.

As they sat in the restaurant, Omkara and Shivaay had their eyes on Rudra, whose entire attention was on the group of girls who sat adjacent to our table.

“Rudra, stop staring like that!” Shivaay finally scolded in a whispering low voice.

“Exactly!” Omkara hissed picking up the glass of juice to his lips more amused than irritated at Rudra’s demeanor. Off late Omkara could sense that something was up with Rudra.

“They all look so pretty!” Rudra stated dreamily.

“Stop being a hormonal teenager who hasn’t seen pretty girls!” Omkara reprimanded and when he showed no signs of obeying, Omkara kicked him under the table to which he whined in response glaring back at him.

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Omkara made his way to his office post lunch. Once upon a time, he believed in the sanctity of art, feelings and the like. But time really is like that teacher who sets your mind right with a whack here and a whack there. Time had taught Omkara a lot too. He had stopped chasing his passion for art that spoke volumes about human emotions and life. It was all a scam anyway!

He now ran an interior designing company that took up home redecorating projects for the elite class and an art studio that made customized art for people who could pay for it. Needless to explicitly say, Omkara was making some great money in both his ventures. He was popular among people, especially women.

“Hey, Zoya!” He greeted his secretary, who followed him into his cabin.

She looked at him with disappointment, like she almost usually did. “Where were you? We had meeting with Mr. Kulkarni. He had specifically requested he wants you to work on his great grandfather’s painting.”

Omkara scoffed, “I am not making someone’s dead great grandfather’s painting.”

“Then why did you say yes?” She reprimanded.

Omkara shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t remember!”

She closed her eyes momentarily and looked at him pointedly. “Is that final?”

“Yep.”

“You really don’t want to take up the offer?” Zoya asked incredulously.

Omkara who was glancing over some designs laid out on his huge office table looked at her. “What’s the offer and wait…if the meeting didn’t happen how–” he paused as he noticed her smirk.

He smiled, “So you did take care of the meeting.”

Zoya folded her arms and smiled proudly, batting her eyelashes at him.

“Well, I am proud I pay you so well!” Omkara grinned leaning against the table. Zoya was a very different person. In three months of her working as his secretary, Omkara knew it was best to keep away from her. She reminded him of someone who left him broken. That was scary. But she was so damn good at understanding and putting up with his moods when he totally zoned out of his worklife and also took care of his responsibilities so extremely well that he really couldn’t push her away. But he did put an extra wall around his heart and was extra cautious around her. She was smart, pretty and well, like her. So he had to be cautious.

With time he had totally become cool with Zoya. She was probably the only woman he had come around to actually respect after his mother.

“Well, it’s twenty five lakhs for the customized painting, Mr. Kulkarni is offering.”

Omkara looked impressed. “Well, after hearing that maybe I can …”

Zoya tossed a winning smile his way, “I knew it!” She squealed placing a pen drive on his table. “The audio of the meeting that I filled in for you!”

Omkara smiled, impressed. “What did you say to him to cover my absence?” He asked curiously.

She shrugged her shoulders, “I told him you had to rush for an STD test!” She answered, walking away and then looked over her shoulder and winked.

Omkara rolled his eyes. He had on purpose made Zoya aware through various ways that he was a man who had on and off flings with more than one woman from the beginning. It was a clever move. He had also made subtle advances towards her, which she had rejected bluntly. Zoya could either be one of the secretaries he slept with and then fired or she could be…what she was today, chose to not sleep with him and be a professional secretary who knew it was best to keep away from him. Omkara smiled looking at the pendrive.

Omkara took the pendrive in his hand and sighed, time to bring the great Senior Kulkarni back to live through his art.