Note: this 3/3 post today... enjoy^^

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Om ends a call opening a new bottle of vodka about pouring some of its contents in the just now emptied glass on the table face to him, a hand above it stops him suddenly!

He frowns taking a sip from his cigarette looking aside, Gauri's worried face pleads him for mercy! He gently takes her hand off and fills the glass taking it to his lips for a long gulp of the acid liquid when burns its way down to his aching stomach.

Two tears roll heavily from his wife's huge eyes down her cheeks as she looks away briefly, then asks him:

- Why are you doing this, Omkara ji?

- Who knows better than you, Gauri?

Sitting back in his seat, he keeps looking straight as she sits down face to him her eyes detailing his so tired face, she presses his hand asking:

- You know that you'll not be able to survive like this for long... this poison is killing you slowly day after day... look at me when I'm talking to you, Omkara ji!

He does as asked smirking at her angry tone, at her burning with rage eyes to see him continue sipping his vodka and smoke emotionlessly, but a tear escaping her eyes again makes him frown and he collects it on his finger's tip and keeps looking to it for a while.

- They're waiting for you... won't you make an effort this time?... you know that you're missing them as much as they're missing you... why are you depriving yourself from the people you love so much? People longing for you that much...

As he keeps mute, she cups his bearded cheeks in her tiny palms startling him, she's suddenly so close to him, her eyes daring him to avoid her scolding gaze when she tells him with a shaking voice:

- Don't you know how much are you hurting me?

After a long silence, his emotionless gaze plunged in hers, his eyes clouded by some dark memories, he finishes by pushing her away saying as she shouts in pain:

- Not as much as you're hurting me!

He takes her hand making her sit beside him and orders a finger on her lips to silent her:

- Now shut up and watch the spectacle!

A knock on the door makes them turn their both heads there, a moment later a woman in grey suit on stiletto heels sandals makes her entry, she stands face to him shyly as he checks her out openly:

- You sent after me, sir?

He smirks to her docile tone, so different from the provocative one in the press conference... taking a sip from his glass, he asks her huskily:

- Take a seat miss Bakhri... what's your drink?

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Oberoi Mansion...

All the family is gathered for the function taking place, pandit ji finishes the last preparations when the both sons and their wifes join their parents down. They exchange small smiles and awkward gazes when shivaay disappears to return back pushing a wheelchair in front of him, Dadi's health is no more giving her forces to walk by her own since some years.

Annika and Bhavya hugs her tightly and both Jhanvi and Pinky gather next to her, Tej and Shakti join them when the pandit ji comes asking:

- Who will do the maha aarti, Kaliani ji?

She looks to Shivaay and Rudra who avoid her eyes, the imposing silence following his question makes the priest look to everyone questioningly, he's about asking again when Pinky tells him that they're asking him to do it by himself, he joins his hands saluting them and returns to his preparations... shivaay looks back to the huge photo on the wall, the Obros photo... they're no more those on that image... they're something else!

The hymns start soon chasing the silence weighting on the huge space as everyone join his hands closing his eyes, hearts aching for the memories filling everyone's mind.

On the other side of the city, Miss Bakhri, who lost most of her respectful cloths, is dancing on the high music playing in Om's place, Gauri's eyes didn't quite him... she watched silently to his discussion turned to seduction play over the young reporter who confesses rapidly how she took a lot of money from concurrence to provoke him in the morning.

A glass of wine after the other, she succumbed literally to his charm, his mysterious talks and suggestive looks and soon she turned to one more prey he just grabbed in his trap under her helpless eyes... she's not allowed to go away, neither to look away, every night is a torture to her bleeding heart... she sees him pour a measured quantity of white powder in front of him, and holding her hand tightly, he plunges his head down, his hair covering the process of inhaling his drugs...

Closing his eyes for a long moment letting the effect of his best friend taking place, Om releases his grip on her hand slowly smiling... when he opens his eyes again, it's Gauri who is giving him a close lap dance, he laughs feeling her hands play in his hair, sitting back again, he gives her space to find her place between his thighs as she starts kissing him hungrily... he lets her do his hands finding their way to her last barriers from her skin, she starts unbuttoning his shirt slowly, her lips devouring his neck down to his chest, her hands finds eagerly his belt he grips her both wrists forcefully and before she could understand, he throws her on the bed aside mercilessly...

In his reddened angry eyes, Gauri's reflect melts away her image...

In Oberoi Mansion, as the prayer is reaching its end, Annika filled with tears eyes, look back to her sister's photo, a garland of flowers decorating it... in everyone's mind, the day they lost her forever's events are playing in an awful black and white movie.