FF: Holi ka rang

She was running around throwing colours on her friends, her long curly hair tight in a braid were hanging on her thin waist. He watched the braid swing hypnotised. He wanted to go and grab her by waist and then hold that braid tight in his hand and wrap it around his wrist. He know he shouldn't think about her that way but couldn't remember why? He just remembered that she was the reason he had barely slept this past month. Her laughter kept echoing in his head. He loved her laugh, he loved her. He moved slowly toward her. His tall frame did not sway, did not betray his intoxicated state.her laugh pulled him like a beacon.

The song Rang barsa was on the deck and geet danced with the rhythm.

He picked up a handful of colour from the thaali, his gaze never leaving her, someone called from behind ''Maan'' but he ignored, he didnt care. He reached near her and grabbed her hand. Geet looked startled for a moment and then, she quickly looked around,''are you mad? Leave me .''

Maan,''no, today I am going to colour you in my colour so that eveyone know that you are mine, just mine.'' he wrapped her braid around his arm and brought her near him then, filled her mang with red colour. Geet watched him shocked, he said slowly with a lopsided grin,''bura na mano holi hai.''