THE COLOR OF LOVE

COLOR OF LOVE

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Anshul had been restless since he dropped Aarushi at her home. The image of her quiet, grateful eyes haunted him, robbing him of sleep. He couldn't shake the thought of her from his mind. How could such an innocent and young girl survive in a society so ready to devour her? How could fate be so cruel to someone who deserved so much more?

He thought about her situation endlessly. Aarushi was so young and had a bright future ahead, yet she was being treated like dirt. His frustration with the world's injustice boiled over as he sat in a bustling restaurant, his mind miles away. He banged his hand on the table, the loud thud attracting concerned glances from the other patrons.

"I can't just leave," he muttered to himself. "I have to do something. I have to show her what life can be like. I want to protect her, to give her a chance at happiness."

Determined, Anshul threw some money on the table to cover his untouched meal and stormed out of the restaurant. He got into his car and drove to Aarushi's home, his mind racing with thoughts and plans.

When he arrived, he took a deep breath to steady himself before knocking on the door.

Anshul stood at the front door, knocking repeatedly, but nobody answered. He noticed the judgmental stares of passersby, their eyes filled with suspicion and disdain. Muttering a curse under his breath, he lamented the oppressive society they were living in. Just as he was about to leave, a thought struck him-there might be another entrance to the house. Determined, he walked around the building, seeking a back entrance.

As he rounded the corner, he found a small, well-tended garden. Among the flower plants, Aarushi sat, lost in her thoughts. Her black wavy hair cascaded down her back, free from the confines of her usual dupatta. The gentle breeze lifted her hair, revealing glimpses of her delicate profile, her skin glowing under the sunlight. Anshul was mesmerized by her natural beauty, seeing her for the first time in a different light.

"Aarushi," he called out softly, not wanting to startle her.

She turned quickly, her eyes widening in surprise. She thought he had already left. In her haste, she stepped on her discarded dupatta and lost her balance. Anshul rushed forward, his arms encircling her waist to steady her. For a moment, he was speechless, captivated by her beauty. Her dark eyes, graceful nose, and delicate lips were like a vision from his dreams. He became acutely aware of her slender figure under his touch.

Aarushi immediately backed off, hastily covering herself with the dupatta.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, though her heart fluttered at his touch. She realized how much she longed for a partner who could assure her safety and share in her happiness and sorrow.

Before Anshul could respond, her grandfather and Siya's uncle entered the garden. The sight of the vile man made Anshul's blood boil. He lunged at him, ready to deliver a punch, but Aarushi held him back, pleading with him to stop.

Aarushi's grandfather, sensing the tension, asked, "Who is this man, Aarushi? What's he doing here?"

"This is Anshul, the man who saved me from the one standing behind you now," Aarushi explained, her voice shaking with emotion.

Her grandfather, looking solemn, said, "He has come to apologize and wants to amend his mistake."

Aarushi's eyes widened in disbelief. "What could this despicable man possibly do to make amends? His presence alone is revolting."

Her grandfather continued, "He wishes to marry you, to restore your reputation."

Hearing this, Anshul's temper flared. He couldn't contain his fury any longer and punched the vile man, sending him sprawling. Siya and her grandfather gasped in shock.