Vanilla Desires

Holi not so Holy

Aryan wasn't sure when he stop watching the world in colours. He had always lead a colourfull life and one day, it just stopped.

He began seeing only charcoals,wines and grey. colours that didn't inspire him at all.

Then suddenly all at once,colours brust into his life. Not one, but a multitude of colours.

The day imile entered Aryan's life, colours he had seemingly lost, found him again.

Imile was a magenta,a very preety colour but still capable of hurting your eyes.

Imlie was lilac a soothing colour but one that was wrapped in a mystery.

Imile was the colour of sunshine in the way,she lit up his life, only to run away when the night fell.

Aryan singh rathore wasn't sure what he felt for imile, but one thing he knew for sure was that the colours that used to inspire him once upon a time, the colours he lost somewhere on the path he took, the colours that he refused to find, where thrusted upon him when Imlie entered his life.

And now, now his eyes were watching Imlie, dressed in the best colour ever, the colour that was the base of every colour, the colour that, when passing through a prism sheds multiple colours in its wake, the colour that represents Imlie's journey from before to after.

Imlie was in white, and he could see that she was just one prism away from every colour entering her life.

She already had coloured his, he hoped that she found a way to do her own too.

Aryan shook his head, his thoughts not making sense to him. He hasn't allowed these thoughts in his head. Not now, when the danger of falling in love with her was imminent. When he was just a wedding away from having her to himself.

He scoffed, a wedding away? He had made sure that he was a lifetime away from her.

He may be justifying it to himself by placing the blame upon her ex-husband's influence on her, but he himself was on the path of one shitty move after the other.

He deserved the burst of hurt that went through him when she was scared of him, when she backed away from him, when she pushed him away, when she looked at him with accusing eyes, when he saw the hurt in her eyes, when she declared that he was a monster, when she said that she hated him.

He deserved every bit of it.

But he couldn't stay away from the colours she burst in his life.

Colours that would go away once she did.

Aryan shook his head again.

What was his head up to now?

It was like he was out of control.

He looked down at the glass he had just downed, remembering two more before it, and realised what was happening.

The Thandai wasn't just plain old Thandai. It was Bhaang.

He was inebriated.

Imlie looked around for her nemesis. Her friend? Her husband? Her fiance? Her- Aryan.

Imlie looked around for Aryan and when she found him, she had the shock of her life.

There he was, in the middle of the ground, his Baby Doll running behind him and him ducking away from her. She looked around as Arpita and Narmada laughed, and Neela was fuming.