A Passionate kiss

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"You got saved, using my injury as an excuse? Otherwise, you would have been calling my name the entire night."

Rishabh said this in such a way that Anokhi turned red with embarrassment and hid her face behind her hands. Seeing her, Rishabh laughed. He kissed both her hands, rested his head on her chest, and held her tightly as he lay down.

Anokhi, smiling, removed her hands from her face and began to look at Rishabh. Even though Rishabh was lying on top of her, he wasn't putting any weight on her. Smiling, Anokhi started to caress his head, and after a while, both of them fell asleep.

Two days later_

At Shergill Mansion, both Dada ji and Rishabh were almost completely recovered. The atmosphere at home was back to how it used to be, and Anokhi was also back to her usual self, troubling everyone.

Meanwhile, in Australia, Omkar had a match today, but the atmosphere in the ground had completely changed. Where fans would usually cheer loudly for Omkar during his matches, today, everyone was sitting quietly and worried because Omkar was getting injured one after the other inside the ring. Omkar's performance today was nothing like what he usually do.

At that moment, Omkar's competitor landed a powerful punch, causing Omkar to fall to the ground. After he hit the ground, the referee began to count, but before the count was completed, Omkar mustered the courage and sat up.

Just then, the timeout bell rang. Omkar's trainer entered the ring with a water bottle and, handing it to Omkar, said, "Omi, have you gone mad? What are you doing? Why aren't you fighting back? You're just taking hits from the boxer. If you don't want to fight, then quit, end the match."

After drinking the water, Omkar said, "No, if I have to lose, I will lose completely."

"But why do you want to lose? Omi, you are the best. You’ve never lost a single match till now, so why are you losing this one?"

At that moment, the image of Riya's tearful face flashed in Omkar's mind, and his eyes became slightly moist. Remembering Riya, he said, "I have already lost something precious. Compared to that, this match is nothing? And as for winning, the one I wanted to win, I have lost forever. So what will I do with this victory?"

The match resumed, and despite not wanting to, the trainer left Omkar in the ring and walked away. The fight started again, and this time too, the boxer was overpowering Omkar.

Everyone in the audience was shocked and worried as they watched Omkar, who hadn’t attacked even once and was only defending himself. Suddenly, another punch from the boxer caused Omkar to stumble and fall to the ground. His eyes slowly started closing, but just then, he saw a girl standing near the ring. That girl was none other than Riya, who was distressed by Omkar's condition.

Riya placed her hand on rope and brought her face close. Omkar grabbed her hand from the other side. He couldn't believe that Riya was right there in front of his eyes.

Riya said, "I know, Omkar never loses, and I want him not to lose this time either. You may not fight for yourself, but you must win for me because I can never see the one I love lose."

Hearing Riya’s words, Omkar's eyes filled with tears, and a smile appeared on his lips, hidden behind the mask. But Ria noticed the sparkle in his eyes.

Just as the other fighter was about to attack Omkar again, Omkar quickly moved, defended against the attack, and started attacking himself.

The sudden change in Omkar left the entire arena echoing with applause, and Omkar's name began to resonate. Along with Omkar, a different kind of energy surged through his fans as well. With each of Omkar's punches, the noise in the arena grew louder, and the other boxer was getting more and more injured.

Although Omkar was also injured, he was overpowering the other boxer entirely. It was clear to everyone how good a fighter Omkar was and how excellent his skills were.

Within a few minutes, the fighter was lying unconscious on the ground, and Omkar was announced as the winner. But Omkar's attention was neither on his victory nor on the fans shouting his name. His focus was on Riya, who was standing there smiling at him, while people around her were taking pictures. But Riya didn't care about them. Omkar quickly approached her and hugged her.

Omkar stepped back from Riya, removed his mask, and threw it aside. His eyes were on Riya, and Riya's eyes were on him. But everyone around them was staring at Omkar in amazement.

For the first time today, Omkar's hidden face was revealed to everyone. The girls standing there were smitten by Omkar's handsome face.

One girl sighed in surprise and said, "So good-looking and so handsome!" But then she glanced at Riya and said, a little sadly, "But so bad he's already committed. But his girlfriend is also so beautiful. Such a cute couple!"

Omkar and Riya were oblivious to everyone’s stares and comments. They were even unaware that they were live on TV, where everyone at Shergill Mansion was staring wide-eyed at the TV screen. But only Alok, Rishabh, Vikram, and Preeti weren’t surprised. The four of them already knew about their relationship.

Omkar cupped Ria's face in his hands and asked, "What you just said a little while ago, did you really mean it, Riya?"

Riya wiped the slight blood on the corner of his lips with her thumb, looked into his eyes, and said, "Every word I said was true. I can't see my Omkar losing because I loved him, I love him, and I will always love him. And I’m giving this love a second and final chance."

"Thank you, Riya. Thank you so much. You have no idea; by giving me a second chance, you've given me a second life. Thank you so much. I love you. I truly couldn’t live without you," Omkar said, his eyes filling with tears as he buried his face in Riya's neck.

Riya, smiling, stroked his hair and said, "I couldn’t live peacefully without you either, Omkar. I really love you."

Meanwhile, their proposal’s live coverage had gone viral worldwide. By now, everyone knew that Riya Shergill was Rishabh Shergill's sister, and the news of Omkar and Riya was spreading rapidly.

At Shergill Mansion, everyone was watching in amazement. Anokhi excitedly pointed at the TV and said, "That's Omi Bhaiya and!" She couldn't say anything more.

Rishabh, who was sitting next to her, covered her mouth and said, "If you can’t speak, then sit quietly."

Everyone turned to look at him after he said that. Anokhi removed his hand from her mouth and asked, "You knew?"

Dada ji also asked from behind, "Rishabh, you knew about the two of them?"

Rishabh shrugged and said, "Yes, but I wasn't the only one. Preeti, Vikram, and Dad knew too. And Dad knew long before I did. I was the last to find out."

"What? You found out last? Hey, we were the last to find out, right? And when you knew, why didn’t you tell us?" Anokhi said, widening her eyes, and glaring at Rishabh. To which Rishabh replied, "And if I had told you, what would you have done?"

"Oh, I would have gotten them married, what else!" Anokhi said as if she were a priest who arranged everyone's weddings. And hearing her say that, Rishabh burst out laughing, and everyone else started smiling too. But Archana had a worried look on her face.

When Shobha saw her looking at the TV screen with a worried expression, she approached her, placed a hand on her shoulder, and asked, "What happened? Why do you seem so worried? Don’t you like my daughter Riya?"

"Oh no, it’s not that. Riya is a very sweet girl. It’s just that, how and when did all this happen..." Archana said, her gaze shifting to everyone.

Dada ji said to Alok, "Now will you tell us? I just don’t understand you. If you know something, why do you keep it a secret? Why don’t you tell us? You were like this 20 years ago, and you’re still the same today. You haven’t changed at all."

Hearing Dada ji scold him, Alok made a sad face and said, "Oh, papa, how is it my fault? The circumstances were such. Omkar had to find his sister, so he went to Mumbai. While searching, he got word that she might be here, so he started working as Riya’s assistant, thinking that he might get some information about Anokhi through Riya. And while working together, they became friends, then fell in love. So what could I have done?"

Alok explained in a way that made it seem like he had revealed everything while still keeping Omkar’s revenge a secret. And everyone accepted that. Now, no one knew anything more.

Seeing this, Preeti let out a sigh of relief. Vikram held her hand and signaled her with his eyes, to which Preeti smiled back.

Suddenly, something struck Vikram, and he went and sat down on the ground near Dada ji's feet. Pressing his feet, he said, " Dada ji, now only you can save my sinking ship. Please get me married. I’m only a year younger than Rishabh, and he’s already married, so it’s my turn, right? I should be next. But here, people are pairing up so fast that I’m afraid they’ll all get married before me. What will happen to me? I have no hope from Mom and Dad either. They don’t seem to care about getting me married. Only you can get me married."

Everyone burst out laughing at his antics, and Preeti blushed with embarrassment. Seeing everyone laughing, Vikram made a face and said, "Hey, why are you all laughing? I’m sitting here with such a serious matter, and you’re all laughing? No one cares about me."

At that moment, his dramatic sister got up from her seat, and, showing her concern, sat down near Dada ji’s feet just like him. Pressing his feet, she said, "No, Bhaiya, I care about you. Please, Dada ji, get Bhaiya married. I want to dance at his wedding."

"Only my sister understands the pain in my heart. You are so good! If you weren't here, I don't know what would have happened to me," Vikram said, playfully showering Anokhi with blessings and give her a flying kiss. Anokhi responded with a flying kiss of her own.

Rishabh was watching them, glaring at both brother and sister. Both are such drama queens, absolutely identical. No one would believe that there's no blood relation between them; it seemed as if they were truly siblings.

Shalini mischievously smacked Vikram on the head and, grabbing his ear, lifted him up and said, "You want to get married? We won’t get you married, beta! If it weren’t for us, who knows what foreigner you would have brought home and become a headache for me. It was me who chose Preeti as my daughter-in-law at first sight, understood."

Vikram, enduring the pain, said, "Yes, so what else should I do? You've already given her the title of 'to-be daughter-in-law.' Now just give her the title of 'daughter-in-law' or 'my wife.' And why are you standing there blushing? You should say something too. Don't you want to get married? Don't you want the title of wife? I'm the only one talking and taking all the hits too," Vikram said to Preeti. So Preeti blushed even more and walked away.

Shalini let go of Vikram's ear and hit him on the head, saying, "Listen, if you keep up with these antics, one day she'll leave, not out of shyness but out of anger."

"What, Mom! I'm your son, and your only one at that. Remember, I'll be the one to give you the joy of becoming a grandmother," Vikram said, rubbing his ear and pouting.

Surekha said, "Why beta, are you going to give birth to the children too?" Hearing this, everyone burst out laughing, and Vikram was embarrassed.

Shobha, laughing, said, "By the way, Vikram isn't wrong; he's absolutely right. I'll call Pandit ji and have him find an auspicious date for both the wedding and engagement. This way, where the house has been tense for days, now it will be filled with joy. Right, papa? Am I right?"

Dada ji, nodding in agreement with Shobha, said, "Yes, you're absolutely right. Get this fool married quickly, or else he'll keep doing these silly things, and his sister will join him in his antics. Look at her, how she's sitting here buttering me up," Dada ji said, looking at Anokhi, who was still sitting on the floor.

Hearing this, Anokhi grinned widely.

Meanwhile, in Australia, after finishing their match and giving an interview to the media, Omkar and Riya returned to their hotel. The interview was full of questions about Riya and why Omkar always hid his face. But Omkar didn't reveal much and simply said that Riya and Omkar are in a relationship and that people shouldn't pry into their personal lives. The media understood.

After freshening up, Omkar came out of the washroom. Riya was sitting on the bed with a first-aid box in her hand, waiting for him to come out. She saw Omkar approaching her, wearing a plain gray T-shirt and black trousers, drying his hair with a towel.

Omkar tossed the towel aside and sat down in front of her. Riya started applying ointment to his wounds, while Omkar just kept staring at her face.

Riya's focus was entirely on Omkar's injuries, and she applied the ointment very gently, blowing lightly to soothe the sting so that Omkar wouldn't feel the pain as much.

But little did she know that Omkar wasn't feeling the sting but something else entirely. Having her face so close was driving him crazy. When he couldn't resist any longer, he grabbed Riya's hands that were moving on his face.

Riya looked at him as he held her hands. Seeing the emotion in his eyes for her, Riya's gaze lowered in shyness, which only made Omkar like her more. He slowly began to move closer to her lips.

Feeling Omkar's warm breath on her face, Riya closed her eyes. Omkar was so close to her lips but suddenly stopped and pulled away.

When Riya opened her eyes and looked at him, Omkar was trying to handle the awkward situation by looking around. But Riya didn't mind him pulling away at all.

This was what Riya liked most about him. He never approached her out of a desire to possess her. Omkar had set his own limits and always stayed within them, no matter what, and this is what set him apart from his brother and father.

But to tease him, Riya said, "Omkar, do you have a problem? I mean, if there's some physical issue, you can tell me. I'll talk to Hardik, he'll treat you, and I promise I won't tell anyone. Really!"

"What problem? Who told you that?" Omkar almost shouted, his eyes widening in surprise at what Riya had said.

The only reason he didn't get close to her was that he didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to create a negative image of himself in her mind, not even for a moment. But Riya had interpreted his distance in a completely different way.

Seeing his reaction, Riya started laughing loudly. Watching her laugh, Omkar realized she was just teasing him, having fun at his expense. For a few moments, Omkar just watched Riya's laughing face. It had been days since he had seen her smile, heard her laugh. Ever since that party, neither he nor Riya had found any peace.

But then, Omkar suddenly pushed Riya onto the bed and, getting on top of her, held her hands in his. Riya was startled by this sudden action and stared at him with wide eyes. In an instant, her laughter disappeared completely, and her face showed a hint of nervousness.

"Did I make a mistake by joking? Did I wake a sleeping lion?" Riya wondered as she looked at Omkar's face.

Omkar smirked, as if he had read her thoughts. He was now so close to her face that their lips were almost touching.

Omkar said in a low voice, "Yes, you've awakened a sleeping lion. Now face the consequences." Then he gently pressed his lips against Riya's trembling ones.

As he kissed her, Riya's grip on his hands tightened. Omkar was kissing her slowly, and Riya felt as if she was melting into his kiss.

Omkar's grip on her hands loosened, and he began to caress her waist. Riya's hands moved to Omkar's hair, and she started kissing him back. Their kiss grew more passionate with each passing moment. Their breaths quickened, but their lips didn't part.

When Riya found it difficult to breathe, Omkar pulled away but didn't move far. He stayed close to her lips, watching her flushed face.

Riya, with her eyes closed, was breathing heavily. When Omkar had pushed her onto the bed, her dupatta had slipped from her neck, and now, with Riya breathing heavily, a part of her chest was exposed to Omkar's view.

Omkar's throat felt dry, but he controlled himself and leaned close to Riya's ear, whispering, "Don't tease me repeatedly, Riya. Otherwise, if I lose control once, it'll be very difficult to stop me. And I don't want to claim my rights on you before marriage. I want to make you mine as Mrs. Riya Omkar Mittal, not just as Riya. And once you become mine, you won't have to ask me to come close. Instead, you'll be saying, 'Omkar, I'm so tired, please stop now."

Hearing his shameless words, Riya blushed deeply and hid her face in her hands. Omkar laughed and hugged her, lying down beside her.

Riya lifted her face to look at him and said, "We'll always stay like this, right?"

"Yes, always," Omkar said, kissing her forehead. Riya smiled and closed her eyes, snuggling into his arms. Then, as if remembering something, Riya suddenly sat up and held her head, saying, "Oh, shoot! How could I forget this?"

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