"Gauri, did you try to enter his office today? I got the information that they are not at home today." Harsh asked Gauri that night.

"I tried all the passwords I could guess, Pinky, Ajay, Abhay, Shinky, Darling, coochicoo, muchimoo,Their birthdays, wedding days, but no luck." Gauri sighed.

"What are those disgusting names?" Harsh crinkled his nose.

"Oh, you should hear saccharine sweet,  names Shakti Oberoi calls his lovely wife, your diabetes would shot up to the maximum level." Gauri rolled her eyes.

"Gauri, no one uses such names as password to their important files." Harsh shook his head.

"Yes, unless it's Shakti Oberoi." Gauri said, "I am hundred percent sure the password would be some nickname of his wife, because his mind is ways revolving around her. He worships her."

"Fine, let me know if there is any improvement in the conditions." Harsh said and disconnected the call.

"Mom and Dad are so cool, they never rubbed their opinions on me. They gave me freedon and space, and a lot of attention since I am the only child." Omkara said to Gauri, as they were having their usual conversations.

"You must have enjoyed all the attention right?" Gauri smiled.

"Yes, but then I feel how nice it would have been if I had siblings like Shivaay."

"Shivaay?" Gauri asked frowning as she heard a new name.

"Shivaay, Shivaay Singh Randhawa was my best friend, we grew up together, he is like a big brother I never had. We used to have lots of fun in school, hostel and college, everytime in trouble." Omkara laughed. "We used to have sleepovers at eachother homes, mostly in his home. Since Aunt Pinky is not fond of him."

"What did he do to get into Pinky Ma'am's bad books?" Gauri asked amused, even though she knew just the presence of someone in the same room as of Pinky is enough to irk her.

"So one day Shivaay came over to our home, and you know how Aunt Pinky and Uncle Shakti behaves, like teenage lovers." Gauri nodded.

"So, Uncle Shakti came up with a ship name, to name their new Yacht, and Aunt Pinky also loved it, just as they decided to call the designer to get the name etched on the Yacht."

"What was the name?" Gauri asked curious.

"Pinysh143" Omkara shook his head.

"As soon as Shivaay heard the name he literally began rolling on the floor laughing aloud slapping the floor, shouting Penis...Penis.." Omkara laughed, "You should have seen Aunt Pinky and Uncle Shakti's faces, so red like tomato with embarassment and anger. I think they never forgave him for ruining their ship name." He coughed up due to laughing loud.

Gauri was in deep thoughts, as she wondered if that could be the password to the Shakti's office.

"Gosh, I miss Shivaay." Omkara said wiping his tears of joy.

"What happened to him? I never saw him visit you." Gauri wondered.

"We somehow lost touch with each other, after the accident, he never called me nor he came to visit me. May be he got busy with his life." Omkara said with a sad sigh.

"How much ever busy he was, I am sure he would also be missing his friend." Gauri said as she placed her palm on Omkara's. "And I hope we both meet each other again, soon."

"Thank you." Omkara smiled holding Gauri's hand.

"Pinky Ma'am is organising new year party next week." Gauri informed Omkara, she is sending out invitations to everyone.

"They organise a new year party every year." Omkara informed.

"Will you be joining the party?" Gauri asked.

"No." Omkara shook his head, "I am not very comfortable around people."

"So, do you usually spend New year's eve all alone?" Gauri asked softly.

"Who would like to start their new year looking at a blind man, who was no fun." Omkara chuckled.

"Not everyone sees the disablity, there are people, who can see beyond that." Gauri whispered looking at Omkara.

"Not everyone has the same heart as you, Anamika." Omkara said, "You are a good person, that's why you are able to see only the good in everything."

"You are perfect, people are blind if they can't see that." Gauri said with a scoff, "And you should start interacting with people, if they are not enjoying your company then that's their problem. And I am sure girls will flock to you, once they see you and when they do that I will smack their faces to make them keep their hands to themselves." Gauri said possessively.

"God, Anamika. I could trade my life to see that possessive jealous look on your face." Omkara laughed.

"I am not jealous." Gauri said defiantly.

"Good, there is no need to feel jealous, because no one is going to drool over me, and I am not interested in any girls, right now I have my heart set on one." Omkara mumbled the last line.

"What?"

"Nothing, could you please get me your special tea?" Omkara requested.

"Sure, I will go and get it in a minute." Gauri said running out of the room.

The rest of the days where uneventful for Gauri, with people running all around the house making preparations for the New year party, she didn't get a chance to crack the password of Shakti's room. So, she spent most of the time with Omkara.

"I'm in love with a fairytale
Even though it hurts.
'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind.

She's a fairytale, yeah.
Even though it hurts.
'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind.
I'm already cursed." Gauri sang the song as she watched Omkara sculpt.

"You have a great voice." Omkara appreciated.

"Thank you." Gauri smiled, "What are you making?" She asked standing beside him.

"I am trying to make an idol" Omkara replied.

"That's great, you are so talented, I wish I could make sculptures like you."

"I can teach you, if you want." Omkara said with a smile.

"Will you?" Gauri asked, with a child like excitement.

"Yes." Omkara chuckled, "Sit down." He said making space for her on his bench.

"What if I end up spoiling this sculpture?" Gauri asked as she felt nervous.

"You won't, even if you do, you will learn from your mistakes." Omkara said as he handed over the clay and tools to her.

"My hands are shivering." Gauri said as she shaped the clay.

"I can feel that." Omkara laughed.

"Are you laughing at me?" Gauri asked narrowing her eyes at Omkara. "I don't want to make the sculpture." She said trying to get up.

"No, Ma Belle, I am laughing because I am finding it cute." Omkara shook her head. "I am sorry." He said, stoping her by hand.

"Let's make it together." He said tugging at her hand to make her sit.

"What's with this Ma Belle?" Gauri asked as he gathered the clay.

"Because you are Belle? You are beautiful, book-worm, and kind-hearted just like Belle from The Beauty and the Beast." Omkara explained.

"And you are the beast, you live in a mansion, you have a library, loyal servants, and good-heart, but still feel insecure about your appearance." Gauri said making Omkara laugh.

"I can never get tired of the way, you make me feel good and confident about me, Anamika." Omkara smiled.

"The clay is ready to sculpt." Omkara said taking hold of Gauri's hand, "Now it's time to shape it" he said as he cupped Gauri's hand's in his and guided her to sculpt the idol standing behind her.

"Now, you have to make the outline of the sculpture we have in our mind." Omkara said as he dragged Gauri's hand's along the clay, trying to give it a shape.

Gauri took a sharp breath as he felt Omkara's warm breath on the side of her face, as his beard slightly rubbed against her shoulder sending shivers down her spine, with the proximity. She turned her face slightly to look at him, he was concentrated on making the sculpture as he guided her hands along with his.

Gauri closed her eyes enjoying his proximity, drowning herself in his soothing masculine scent of Gardens and fresh wood, it felt like home.

"Anamika." Omkara called softly making her open her eyes, she panicked as she realised she dozed off leaning against him, with her head resting against his shoulder and he was bent in an uncomfortable position.

"I am sorry." Gauri sat straight mentally slapping herself for dozing off on him.

"No worries, the sculpture is done." Omkara said, only then did she looked at the piece of art they made together.

"It is exquisite." Gauri said in awe as she looked at the idol of her favourite Shankerji, who looked so lovely and divine.

"Thank you, we have to wait for a day until the clay hardens and holds the shape." Omkara explained as he stepped back to allow Gauri to clean her hands.

"I can't wait to take it in my hands." Gauri gushed.