Kesariya

Hues of Love

The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of jasmine and rose petals as friends and family gathered to celebrate Mallika and Harsh's Mehndi ceremony. The room was adorned with vibrant colors and delicate decorations, reflecting the joy and excitement that filled the air.

Mallika sat on a beautifully decorated throne, her hands adorned with intricate henna designs that had Harsh's name printed . She wore a Dark Green suit Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she watched the festivities unfold around her, her heart overflowing with gratitude for the love and support of those closest to her.

Harsh stood by her side, his eyes never leaving Mallika's radiant smile. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found her, to be able to call her his bride-to-be. Every glance, every touch, only served to deepen his love for her, filling him with a sense of completeness he had never known before. Harsh wore a deep green kurta.

Mallika: wowww everything looks so beautiful and bhavaya

Harsh: yeah, so are we gonna talk about yesterday jaan?

Mallika remembered what had happened yesterday when she gave him a kiss on his check. Mallika got up right away and looked at harsh.

Mallika: look harsh woh moment par tah, I wasn't thinking I am sorry.

Harsh: yeah yeah don't worry.

As the evening wore on, the room erupted into laughter and music, the sound of dhol beats and cheerful chatter filling the air. Mallika's friends teased her playfully, applying henna to her hands while singing traditional songs of love and happiness. Everyone is dancing to mendhi wali rakhna and mallikas friends are dancing mendhi rachne lagi

Pal- Harsh watched with adoration as Mallika's hands were adorned with intricate patterns and symbols, each stroke a testament to the beauty and complexity of their love. He couldn't wait to see the finished design, to witness the culmination of their journey reflected in Mallika's hands.

Harsh: aap bhut khoobsuhrat lagari ho jaan

Mallika: tum bhi

Finally, as the Mehndi ceremony drew to a close, Mallika's hands were revealed in all their splendor. The intricate patterns shimmered in the soft candlelight, each line and curve a testament to the depth of his love for mallika.

Mallika was in her room and Geeta decided to come inside

Geeta: di please I mean bhabi can I sleep with subh tonight pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee

Mallika: haan for sure.

Later mallika heard guys laughing downstairs and she's sees harsh downstairs,harsh imideatly looks at her and smiles and decided to come upstairs and see her. He walked into her room and looked at her

Pal- In the soft glow of candlelight, Mallika and Harsh stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of longing and desire. The air between them crackled with tension, thick with the anticipation of what was to come.

Harsh reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a stray lock of hair away from Mallika's face. She shivered at his touch, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Without a word, Harsh pulled Mallika into his arms, his embrace strong and sure as he pressed her body against his. She melted into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Their breath mingled in the space between them, warm and inviting, as they surrendered to the passion that burned within their souls. Mallika felt a rush of heat flood her body, igniting every nerve ending with a fire that threatened to consume her.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as Mallika and Harsh lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they sought to express the depth of their love and desire. It was a dance of fire and ice, of tenderness and passion, each movement a silent declaration of their devotion to one another.

And as they finally broke apart, breathless and spent, Mallika knew that what she did was wrong but I mean their love was an unstoppable force, a bond that could withstand any obstacle thrown their way. For in each other's arms, they had found not only passion and desire.

Both: ummmm I am sorry, that was very long hug. I gonna go, see you at haldi tmrw