Unlike Omkara who was busy gathering information Gauri was rather calm. So calm that Bhavya was beginning to worry.

"Gauri, are you okay?"

Tapping on her computer as she chats with several designers in the forum she frequents the corner of Gauri's lips slightly lifted.

"I am quite happy at the moment." Gauri replies as she continues to chat with her friends.

"Who are you chatting with? I thought after today you would be all sad and depressed."

With the reminder of what happened today Gauri's fingers froze momentarily.

"I don't want to let her have that power over me. I thought that I had let things go but after seeing her I knew the pain was still there. This just proves that I'm not ready...."

"Ready? Ready for what?"

The tightening feeling in her heart made it hard for her to breathe as she thinks of Omkara.

"Nothing."

"Fine don't tell me. It's not like I can't guess. You are talking about Omkara. Right? I'm telling you Gauri, if you let him slip away you will regret it."

Calming her mind as she sees the private message from the one person she has been waiting for Gauri suddenly smiled.

"Gauri, I swear you are like bipolar. Sad one moment and happy the next. What's going on?"

"Getting what I needed. The student that I have been helping actually took the first prize in a fashion designing competition. She has just finish with her interview with a renown designer in the US to be an intern. Look, there's even a picture of her getting the award."

"You must be very close to her to be this happy."

"That is not the reason why I am so happy right now."

"What is it then?"

"Her entire design portfolio that she submitted to the competition is now being discussed in the fashion circle in the US. Do you know what that means for Riddhima?"

"Riddhima?"

"Do you know that tomorrow is when Oberoi Fashions decides on the dress for the commercial advertisement of "Old and Classy?"

"Yea."

"Do you know that this campaign is very big and important that only a handful of the top media outlet receive permission to attend?"

"Your point?"

Gauri leans back on her chair as she thanks her friend online. With eyes dark as the bottom of the sea Gauri still remembered the feeling of that night. If Omkara wasn't there her life would most likely have been ruined.

"Imagine thinking that your dress was chosen. Pictures of your dress plastered all over every prominent tv station as well as the web with your name attached. You feel like you are soaring high in the sky while everyone else is beneath you. Then imagine being hit so hard from that height and you start to fall so fast that you didn't even have time to brace yourself."

"I still don't understand. How are you going to knock her off her high horse?"

"It's simple. The commercial shoot is not until Saturday. I will let Riddhima fly to the sky tomorrow and then fall to the abyss overnight. Plagiarism in our line of work is the biggest taboo there is. Especially stealing from a student."

"So wouldn't me wearing your dress ruin the plan? Shouldn't we hide the dress?"

"I never said to let you model in front of everyone tomorrow. But it is important for Omkara and Rudra to see in private. This will effect the reputation of Oberoi Fashions when one of their designers is accused of plagiarism."

Bhavya's eyes widen. "Then why would Omkara agree?!! Gauri I don't think this is a good idea."

Gauri couldn't help but laugh at Bhavya's scared expression.

"I have already thought of the countermeasures. As long as Oberoi Fashions do not announce that Riddhima's dress was chosen then this bit of media attention will only benefit later."

"What do you mean announce?"

Gauri walks up to a naive looking Bhavya and gently pats her head. "As long as the media assumes it then everything will go as plan. All Omkara has to do is let us film the commercial very early Saturday morning and post it on the official Oberoi Fashion website...."

Bhavya excitedly jumps up and grabs Gauri's shoulder.

"It means to slap Riddhima in the face when she wakes up!"

Gauri couldn't help but laugh.

"As she is soundly sleeping I will let my friend in the US ignite the entire fashion web. The injustice of her hard work being stolen made her very angry. So now she is very excited to play the white lotus."

"Damn Gauri! I can't believe you came up with this plan! No wonder you wanted to deal with her yourself! This feeling is great!"

Although Gauri was smiling but her eyes held no warmth. Why couldn't people just let her live peacefully? Why do they want to come provoke her? Why make her road so hard to walk on?!

"Hopefully after this I will not have to see her again."

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It didn't take long for Khanna to gather all the information that Omkara needed. This time Khanna had really out done himself as the intel was quite surprising.

"Are you sure this is true?"

"Yes. I checked it with my own eyes. He is there."

"A vegetative?"

"Yes Boss."

"And this Ragini has been in contact with the Rehajas?"

"Yes. The phone records shows that Mr. Abhimanyu had made a call. I found that it was suspicious since he was the reason why her husband is a vegetative."

Omkara slowly turns around towards the window to stare at the dark night. The wind was howling as the rain started to pour.

"Stare at them."

"Yes Boss. Boss....should we let Ms. Sharma know about her father?"

As the wind blew the rain smashing it towards the windows Omkara was trying hard to control his anger.

"He is not worthy of being her father. It is best for him to stay out of her life and I will make sure of that."

Suddenly Khanna's phone beeped and when he say the urgent message he immediately reported it to Omkara.

"Boss. It seems that the lady Ragini is to meet with Mr. Abhimanyu tomorrow night at a restaurant."

"Good. Follow closely and plant our people in the restaurant. I want to know every single word that comes from their mouths."

"Yes Boss."

This time it was Omkara's phone that suddenly rang. Seeing the ID on the phone sent a surge of warmth in his chest.

"Gauri..."