"In this birth you never loved me shri Narayan. I did everything to make happy but you never gave me a chance. Thus, when my soul departs from this body i only want peace which i never got in this birth. If I take rebirth I shall forget everything a...
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The Vibrant Chaos of the Haldi Ceremony
The courtyard of the palace was alive with joy and laughter as everyone gathered for the haldi ceremony. The makanes, along with the other women, were playfully smearing turmeric on each other, their vibrant yellow attire reflecting the lively mood of the day. Aarya and Arjun, seated in the center, were the focus of attention, but the celebration had taken on a life of its own, with friends and family caught up in the playful chaos.
Ishana, dressed in a beautiful yellow saree, quietly slipped away from the crowd. The overwhelming energy of the celebration had become too much for her, and she sought a moment of peace. She wandered to a quieter part of the palace, her heart heavy with the conflicting emotions that had plagued her for so long.
As she leaned against a pillar, taking a deep breath, she suddenly felt a presence. Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned around to find Kanha standing before her. He looked at her with a mixture of longing and affection, his gaze soft but intense. Ishana’s breath caught in her throat as she took in his appearance, his eyes full of emotions she wasn’t ready to face.
Ishana felt her resolve weaken under Kanha’s gaze. She quickly averted her eyes, unable to look into his piercing blue ones that seemed to see right through her. She turned to leave, but before she could take a step, she felt a gentle but firm grip on her hand. Kanha’s touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she stopped in her tracks.
With a gentle tug, Kanha pulled her closer, his hold on her hand unyielding yet tender. Ishana’s heart raced as she found herself inches away from him, her back pressed against his chest. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, and it sent a wave of unfamiliar sensations coursing through her.
“Kanha…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of confusion and desire.
But Kanha didn’t reply with words. Instead, he slowly dipped his fingers into the bowl of haldi that sat nearby. With deliberate care, he began applying the turmeric paste to her cheeks, his touch feather-light yet electrifying. Ishana closed her eyes, unable to fight the emotions that were flooding her heart.
Kanha’s hand moved to her neck, smearing the haldi across her delicate skin, sending warmth through her entire body. His fingers trailed down her arms, leaving a golden streak of turmeric in their wake, before sliding across her back. As he moved, his touch became more intimate, more possessive. He traced the curve of her waist, the haldi spreading across her skin like a lover’s caress.
Outside, the playful chaos continued as the makanes and the others laughed and teased each other, covered in haldi. But suddenly, something strange began to happen. As Kanha applied the turmeric to Ishana’s body, the same haldi began to appear on the makanes in the exact places he touched her.
