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𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙼𝚂?

CHARACTERS

Krishna

Lakshmanaa

Lakshmanaa's lips couldn't halt itself to curl itself in a smile of bashfulness; her cheeks turned a brighter shade of fuchsia as her forefinger began to absent-mindedly wrap itself around the string of a garland, while the other hand was busy in pushing down florals through the other end. Shifting a strand of blue black locks that inadvertently cascaded down her forehead, her lotus eyes travelled up discreetly through the window as she suppressed a chuckle. 

The entire hall was echoing in its hustle and bustle of preparing for the divine festival of Holi, it was as if the Dwarka had been painting in hues; even the tiny leaf and branches, the droplets of the sea and each grain of the mud appeared to have been immersed in this advent of joy. 

Her brows instinctively furrowed as she spotted a bunch of maidens peeking at her at intervals and whispering to themselves, passing her mischievous smirks and titters; her jaws turned warmer, realizing they might've figured out everything, "Hush, friends! Hush!" She fluttered her lashes and glanced away, annoyance garbed under pretense as she hastily forged to continue her work upon the flower garlands. 

"Hmm...hmm, we understand everything Sakhi," One of them winked back and began to laugh, making Lakshmanaa breathe in deeply and look away, "Wha-what? It's nothing, alright?" 

"Really? You are sure your lover hasn't painted your cheeks red, by the way?" 

Lakshmanaa's fingers hastily rushed up towards her cheek, a gasp escaping her lips at the mention; only to realize the folly she made in front of her friends. And as she could predict, they were all hysterics seeing her flush deeper than the roses gathered for decoration, "Kanha....I shall not spare you!" 

And before she could blink, she flinched as a marigold hit her shoulder the very instant. 

The floral toppled down her bosom and landed in her lap, her fingers lifting it up as she slowly turned behind; peeking through the grilled window. She leaned forward, there was no one too be found, a frown crept on her visage as she continued merging the garlands with one another; when another marigold projected and hit her head this time. Her brows arched up, her eyes squinting realizing whom it was, this time she hastily sided the garlands and crawled discreetly to have a better glance outside the window. 

And there He was, perhaps the world's most beautiful sight one could ever have imagined. 

With the lips perked up in a winsome smile that was enough to put even a thousand Kaamdevs to shame, he bobbed up a marigold in between his fingers along with his darkly hued irises that twinkled brighter than the brightest of stars, with mischief. One couldn't deny the flecks of gold and crimson that reflected those oceanic pools, perhaps like a clearly polished mirror that reflected every hue perfectly. 

It would take a lot, perhaps even one never can--resist His charms. 

Lakshmanaa's irises dilated, her lips parting partially as she glanced around, trying to figure out whether someone had caught Him showering his lov-flowers on her. Before she could point her forefinger outside and utter a whisper, another marigold straightaway hauled up and landed on her nose, causing her to scrunch her forehead in reflex. Krishna's visage ferociously vibrated as he cupped his mouth with the back of his hand and glanced away. 

She pursed her lips, squinting her eyes a tad bit more to indicate the playfulness and threw away the marigold somewhere else; pretending to focus on her work. Krishna opened his mouth to say something and closed it back, knowing very well that it wouldn't take her moments to look back again. So he held the grill with both his hands and rested his forehead on it, his tinted lips curling into a smirk of mischief.