NOORADITYA ~The Interfaith Emotion..

Chap 48- The Sensuality of Colours

Guy's Don't worry, you are great. You are beautiful. You are the best. I don't know why I said this, but yeah. Let's continue..

Note: Maybe a 13+ update.

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Noor's POV,

Hints of headache were still ringing. My red puffy eyes, elaborating that I cried, but when and why? I couldn't remember any details of what happened last night. I turned towards him, he was already staring at me, worry lacing his forehead, displaying creases .

I took a deep breath and then asked him,

"What happened?Last night?"

"You had a nightmare..So you cried in your sleep..."

"Oh! BUT...Why don't I remember anything?.."

"It was a Nightmare....Of course you won't remember...."

He laughed nervously. Somewhere I had an inkling that something was fishy but I ignored it.

"Ummm...Reasonable enough.."

I got up and walked but then abruptly turned behind at him.

"What are you doing here Ranaji?"

He looked at me confused. Then raised his brows as if asking what I was implying.

"You are in PROBATION....You are not allowed to touch me, sleep with me, or do anything that makes me....FLUSTERED..yes right choice of word.."

"Please guide me on what I should do, Rani sa?"

There he goes. Making me flustered was what he was best at. I composed myself and said.

"You should try to improve yourself and get me to forgive you...convince me that I should forgive you.."

"As you say Rani sa..."

I blushed whenever he called me Rani sa. He was really trying to get me to forgive him by flirting. Bad skills. I gulped, trying not to get my voice meek and appear excited by his flirts. I turned around and went inside the dressing room. Today was something important. What day was it today? I was trying to remember, yet I couldn't.

The maids disrobed me and prepared me for a bath. That's when my eyes fell on the plate full of pink gulaal.[colours used in holi]. I gasped as I remembered, TODAY WAS HOLI. Gosh! How could I forget that. I shook my head at the sudden forgetfulness of mine. I smiled and was going to the bathing quarters, with bare minimum coverage of the white cloth around my sheer body.

I turned around and saw him, standing with his arms crossed, and leaning against the door frame, a naughty twinkle in his eyes.

"EKAANT.." [PRIVACY..]

He said. Something was certainly happening today. I rolled my eyes as he came and stood before me, tall and wide.

"Holi Ki hardik shubhkamnaye... .Rani sa.." ("Happy holi..Rani sa")

"Shukriya...Rana Ji.." (Thank you..Rana Ji..")

"Aajkal aap hamen 'Aditya' kehkar nahin pukarte..." ("Nowadays you don't address me as 'Aditya' anymore..")

"Aajkal ap sabkuch jaldi bhul jaate hain Rana Ji... Pratah to yaad dilaya tha...Aap abhi bhi pariviksha pe hain..." ("Nowadays you forget everything pretty quickly Rana Ji ... .I made you recall in the morning only..You are still on probation..")