Tere Hi Rang Mein | One Shot

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏,
𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍.

Mahira is "angry"- an anger that is loud, dramatic, and perfectly calculated to make her husband crawl.
When Mayur gets drenched in color by everyone except his wife, Mahira decides to give him a Holi he'll never forget.
What follows is a high-stakes game of public persuasion: the desperate apologies, the heated eye contact across a crowded room, and a chase through the pink haze of the festival that leaves them both breathless.

But what happens when under the guise of "sharing color," the lines between them blur until there's no space left for anything but the heat of their breath.

The apology is no longer verbal. The colors are no longer just powder. And the intensity? It's enough to set the water on fire.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙞, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙙𝙚𝙧-𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣.