MaAn Love

Laal Ishq

(Writer's note: This fanfic story is NOT suited for readers below 18 yrs of age. It contains explicit sexual content. Readers discretion is advised)

His hand held her color drenched one, pressing her palm into his cheek. His eyes held hers captive. It was as if he wanted to drag her away and...

"Ahem ahem!!!" someone coughed and cleared their throat. Anu suddenly realized they weren't in their room. This was the living room and they were in plain sight of... "Mukkudi! Happy Holi!" Anu exclaimed trying to pull her hand away from his hold. Anuj, it seemed hadn't broken out of his trance yet. "Bhai, Chalo!" Mukku ordered impatiently. Anuj replied softly, "Haan, kamre me chalo..." his mind weaving through a million images of what he could be doing with his gorgeous rose cheeked (literally!) wife right now. "What???? BHAI! Earth calling Bhai" Mukku screamed into his ears. "Hume Shahs' ke yahan jaana hai abhi!" "Huh?" Anuj looked confused, finally breaking out of the trance he had been in ever since he had laid eyes on Anu in this gorgeous white lehenga. "Hum Holi yahan nahi mana sakte?" he asked weakly, knowing what the answer to his question was already. He couldn't keep Anu away from her kids on a festival... that would be unfair. Holding out their car keys for Anu to take, he pouted, hoping for a kiss before they left. But Anu deftly grabbed the keys and ran before he could grab her. She would pay very dearly for this he thought... as he grabbed a fistful of orange gulal on his way out, Mukku hot on his heels with her own hands full of pink powder.

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The wind swept her chiffon skirt up as she ran, the pink zari border of her lehenga brushing against the dewy grass. As Anuj stood still, mesmerized by this childlike happiness in his wife, Anu turned back to look at the two girls chasing her and let out a loud giggle. Her pink lips matched the pink on her cheeks that Anuj was responsible for and her usually innocent doe eyes sparkled with mischief as she waited for Pakhi and her friend Vivian to catch up. She threw a handful of purple at them when they were close and ran away, her dupatta trailing behind her just as Pakhi yelled dejected, "Mummaaaaa!"

Anuj chuckled to himself and turned just in time to have Samar blast him with a whole pichkari full of red color. His shoulders slumped in defeat and Samar triumphantly finished his masterpiece by adding a fistful of green color on Anuj's drenched kurta... Anu was definitely going to pay for all this.

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Anu heard the click of their bathroom door as she ran her fingers through her wet hair trying to detangle them. The afternoon rays filtered through the pastel linen curtains and fell on Anuj as he stepped out, covered from the waist down in his towel and brought to Anu's notice, the water droplets that still clung to his body. As Anuj spotted her staring and smirked, she felt her cheeks color for the second time today - this time, naturally. Each step he took towards her only enhanced how defined his torso looked in the muted sunny glow and Anu felt her heart beat faster as if this were the first time she was seeing her husband shirtless.

Ignoring the neatly laid out towel at the edge of their bed, Anuj moved closer to his wife and reached for the end of her saree, grabbing and pulling it towards him. Instinctively Anu reached over and held the faded red, cotton fabric in place just as it started sliding down her shoulder. Anuj tugged playfully again and Anu felt herself move closer to him. His smirk deepened as he tilted his head and lazily dried his hair with her pallu and he pulled one last time, bringing Anu closer still. "Aap bachhe hai kya? Bed pe meine aapke liye towel rakha hai ne? Meri saadi ko geela kar diya! Meine ise abhi abhi pehna tha", Anu complained. "Koi baat nahi, dusri saree pehen lo. Ise utharne me, mein tumhari madad kar deta hoon", Anuj said slowly moving her damp hair to the other side.