Holi

Having shared that beautiful moment together which brought them so close, Khushi's happiness increased manifold thinking about holi. This was one festival which she has been looking  forward to.

 

She knew quite well that her man didn't think very high of this colorful festival. But Khushi being Khushi was adamant on playing holi with Arnav. But how? thought she..putting all her neurons on work.

Festivities had begun at RH and Khushi and her family was invited to be apart of it.

The moment she stepped inside the RH, her eyes searched for the only one.

Where is he hiding? She muttered.

Must be in his den with his first love, his 'laptop'. Oh, how I hate his pet! 

 

What are you blabbering Shanka devi? Whispered Buaji.

She came across Nani and Anjali, who instantly asked Khushi to join them.

HP had prepared 'Badam Milk' and seeing everybody busy with something or the other, Naniji asked Khushi to take it to Chotey's room. Khushi was more than ready to oblige Naniji. She smiled in anticipation of meeting his 'laat governor' and took the glass from HP.

She knocked the door that was ajar, and entered with hesitation. He was nowhere to be seen. 

 

Where the hell is he? She murmured.

And suddenly, what she saw was a sight to behold. Arnav emerged from his bathroom stood in all his glory draped in a towel. Few strands of wet hair fell upon his broad forehead teasing Khushi. Drops of water lying here and there on his perfectly toned muscular body. Khushi gaped and tried to look elsewhere but couldn't.

How could she possibly look elsewhere when the man of her dreams stood right in front, alluring her. 

 

Fully aware of the effects he had on Khushi, he said teasingly, what are you staring at Khushi? Thus bringing a pause to her not so decent thoughts.

She was taken completely off guard. It was like, Arnav had screened her mind, her thoughts. She, in the hope of turning away only came nearer to him.

He moved forwards, she stood still, her feet glued to the floor.

Why are you trembling? Smirked Arnav.

Trembling me..no..I'm not. Incoherent words erupted from Khushi's mouth.

Oh yeah! came his husky voice.

So Khushi, what brought you here? asked Arnav in a bit suggestive manner.

I got you some Almond milk. Replied Khushi, still not looking at him. 

She put it aside on the brown Mahagony tiroir and was about to leave when she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. She sprang as if a high voltage current passed through her body. 

 

She turned slowly and was now facing Arnav, her eyes downcast, lips shivering and cheeks tinged rose.

Arnav on seeing this, couldn't control his desire for her. His eyebrows arched, body grew tense and was completely bewitched by this epitome of beauty. Unable to cease his emotions, he drew her close, cupped her face and his lips moved over hers. 

 

Khushi you've no idea how much I love you! Whispered he.

She was mesmerized as if in a trance but not for long, as Arnav regained his senses and demanded Khushi thus pulling her off of her dazed state.

 

Aren't you going to ask me out to play holi with you? 

Khushi was startled at his proposition. Cat got her tongue. 

 

But...but I thought you disliked holi. She said consciously.

There are many things which I used to dislike but now they are close to my heart...Chuckled Arnav.

Looking at her seemingly confused state Arnav asked her to go down and wait for him. Then in a very challenging tone he told her that he will color her in front of everyone. 

 

His boldness amazed her, but she was not the types to back off and said defiantly...no, not in front of everyone! Arnav threw one of his wicked smiles at completely flustered Khushi. He was enjoying her baffled state.

Khushi too wanted to play holi with him but not at this prospect. The consequences frightened her. She did not want the people of RH to know about their little private affair.

She went down to join others and later was joined by Arnav. Khushi felt his eyes on her from time to time. 

When, despite herself, she did, she noticed him innocently immersed in giving directions to servants. She could not resist glancing at him. Suddenly, he looked at her and the tables were turned. Before she could look elsewhere, he said: there's nothing wrong in gazing your love, my love.

She was stunned by his audacity and attitude. How clear are his thoughts about her! She wondered. That was Arnav Singh Raizada to her.

HP brought a tray of varied colors at Arnav's disposition. Meanwhile Anjali and Naniji called Khushi outside. 

 

A joyful celebration was at its peak when she saw a figure coming towards her with red gulal in his hands. To her surprise and to that of Anjali, who was standing next to her she gave a gasp and a shiver. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks. Arnav now in Khushi's close proximity waved his hand smeared with gulal onto Anjali's cheeks. Happy holi Di! Said Arnav.

Khushi could not fathom the situation, but took a sigh of relief. 

Khushi's red cheeks were not hidden from Arnav and he wanted to be a complete teaser at the moment.

 

Anjali induced Khushi to put a bit of color on Arnav's sparkling white Kurta. Khushi with trembling hands did so only to be completely smudged by Arnav. Flashing a wicked smile he rubbed red gulal on her already blushed cheeks. Teasing Khushi, he said: Di, Khushi is already red, look at her cheeks as if she'd already played holi with someone.

Khushi in all her femininity, rejoiced her love with Arnav and did not know when the festival of colors turned into the festival of love for her.