N A K S H A T R A
The moment we reached home, Holi actually began.
Aishwarya wasted no time. The second the car door opened, she grabbed a handful of gulaal and smashed it onto Shreesh’s face.
“You—” Shreesh sputtered, his face now an explosion of bright pink. “Didi!”
Aishwarya smirked. “Bura na maano, Holi hai!”
Before he could retaliate, Isha, ever the opportunist, dumped a bucket of colored water over his head.
“ISHA!” Shreesh yelped, drenched and fuming.
She twirled innocently. “Oops?”
I clutched my stomach, laughing as Shreesh chased her around the courtyard, threatening revenge.
Meanwhile, Adhwit stood beside me, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold with an amused smirk.
“Enjoying yourself, mi pequeña traviesa?” His voice was low, teasing.
I looked up at him, my eyes shining. “More than ever.”
His smirk widened. “Then let’s make it better.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he grabbed a fistful of deep red gulaal and smeared it across my cheek in one smooth motion.
I gasped. “Adhwit!”
His laughter was rich, deep. “Bura na maano, Holi hai!”
Oh, he did not just use my own words against me!
Grinning wickedly, I grabbed my own handful of color and—
SMACK!
A bright streak of blue ran down the side of his face.
He blinked.
I took a cautious step back.
He ran his tongue over his teeth, his smirk growing dangerous.
“Run.”
I squealed, bolting in the opposite direction, but he was faster.
Within seconds, his arm wrapped around my waist, yanking me back against his chest.
His voice brushed against my ear, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. “Now, where do you think you’re going, mi amor precioso?”
Before I could answer, he turned me around and attacked.
Color streaked my cheeks, my arms, my neck—his fingers tracing every inch of my skin with bright, vibrant gulaal.
I gasped, giggling breathlessly as he whispered, “Mine.” with every stroke.
Somewhere behind us, Aishwarya groaned, “Stop being disgustingly in love for five minutes!”
Isha cackled. “I think it’s cute! Let them have their moment.”
Shreesh, still covered in a rainbow of colors, muttered, “I just want revenge.”
And then—
SPLASH!
Aishwarya dumped an entire bucket of colored water over all of us.
I shrieked. Adhwit cursed. Isha howled with laughter.
Aishwarya beamed. “Happy Holi, everyone!”
For a moment, all of us stood there, drenched in color, breathless from laughter, our hearts pounding with unspoken happiness.
And as I turned to Adhwit—his hair wet, his lips curved, his eyes shining—I realized something.
This wasn’t just Holi.
This was home.
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