Ch 19. Demure Dyes

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Trigger warning 😅: Cute interactions, 2nd hand embarrasment.

Note: This chapter contains scenic jumps and actions reactions mentioned. So please follow along and enjoy!

P.S. Bechaari Akshu 🤭 and not so bechara Abhi 😆

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Time: 1:36 pm 

[3 min before last ch. end, 

during the song]


"Nahi!!!!," she ran away from his hold,

disgusted by his monstrous attire.


"Kahan bhaag rahi ho jaaneyman...," he chased after her.

His fist full of gullaal were the perfect ammunition he showered on her.


"Naksh please!," Kirti screamed in glee,

circling around the gazebo beyond the music setup,

away from her husband.


"Lag jaa galey...," showering the powder from his

right fist onto her hair, as he sprinted up to her, "fir yeh haseen

mahaul ho na ho..."


Catching hold of her, "please please no...," while she pleaded in his arms. Naksh pulled her with him into the shade of the gazebo, messing with her face as he applied the yellow color on her rosy cheeks.

Not that she needed it... because her flushed face was shining through the yellow pallor. Enticing him just the same... caging his soft breath in the base of his throat.

Their eyes twinkled as they focused on each other, in the chaotic ambiance... softening with exhilaration as their smiles became more muted and their faces inched closer.

Their hearts were beating in tandem... in a practiced choreography from their years of history. 

In love.

Just like the other couples on the dance floor, who were in all fairness were reveling in the sparkling energy. The solitary elders also joined in to dance their hearts out... singing and moving among themselves despite the equipment failure. 

Oblivious.

The rambunctious kids, minus two, played gleefully and joyously as if the streaming colors were the testament to their youthful spirit. 

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