Hellos I am back with another OS.
Holi to ho gayeee 😆
I know its very late, but have been trying to write this since saturday n only just finished it
Last time it was comedy this time i am trying some romance😳
Romance is NOT my forte so please excuse any glitches😆😆😆
Before i start, i just want to make clear that i just wrote the scene as a continuity from the serial.
P>S> Play the music at a very slow volume, to just get the mood. And midway where i have put the link, please restart the music by pressing STOP n then PLAY again.
Laal Ishq
Aaliya stood behind Gauhar, watching the shameless girl flirt with Zain.
HER HUSBAND!!
And Zain! She glared at him, warning him with her eyes but he only smirked back at her while deliberately flirting with that woman!
Zain Abdullah, you are sooo dead! Aaliya fumed as she marched towards the couple, fury visible in every rigid line of her body.
Her blood boiled at the shameless come-on the hussy was giving her husband. Taking a plateful of colour, she threw it on Gauhar and told her to get lost in no uncertain terms. Angry at being routed, Gauhar left vowing revenge, humiliated beyond measure.
Aaliya then turned to Zain who was standing there with his hands folded, smirking at her. Zain was impossible to resist when he was in that devilish mood which he was more often than not these days. That smile definitely did something to her insides, she was dismayed at her train of thoughts, and that something was definitely not good, she decided.
Pata nahi mai nahi aati to wo besharam ladki kya kya karti mere shauhar ke saath! Aur ye Zain, use encourage kar raha tha!She added masala, irked as she was at his shenanigans and wanting to remove the image of his playful smile from her mind's eye. She conveniently ignored the fact that Zain had in fact refused Gauhar.
"Agar maine wapas tumhe us ladki..." she emphasized the word to get her distaste across, "Ke saath flirt karte pakda...Tooo..." her eyes shot fire at him as she threatened him.
"To kya Mamu ki Bhanji?" Zain asked mock seriously, grinning inwardly as he watched her growing red in anger.
"To Holi to mai khelungi, lekin tumhara murder karke tumhare khoon se..." She almost growled, exasperated with him.
Zain laughed outright at her wild musings, unable to help himself and started walking towards her slowly, and she stepped back in alarm, not wanting to be caught. He stopped a few steps away, a predatory gleam entering his eye as he sized up his prey.
"Holi gulal se khelo ya mere khoon se, rango ki tum mere hi rang me..."
Her heart missed a beat, and Aaliya was stunned to silence at his husky proclamation. She looked at him to find that he had suddenly turned serious. This serious Zain was out of her territory. She was more comfortable with the playful Zain who offered her insults and taunts. Not this one who made such profound statements which made her heart jump.
Trying to return to their normal banter, she warned him in the severest voice she could manage, "Tum us se door raha karo!"
"Kyu? Tumhe to mere saath Holi khelna nahi hai, agar mai kisi aur ke saath khelu usme bhi tumhe problem hai?"
"Mujhe tumhare Holi khelne se koi problem nahi hai!" She shot back, "Bahar Rizwan aur Kartaar aaye hai na? Unke saath jaake khelo Holi!"
His smile widened at her words and a wicked glint entered his eyes, "Rizwan aur Kartaar ke saath to har saal khelta hu par is baar..." Her eyes widened as she gauged his intentions too late and she was trapped as he caught her off guard and pulled her against his chest, twisting her hand behind her back as always.
Aaliya's puny efforts to free herself had no effect on him as he continued, "Is baar socha tumhare saath khelu...Magar tumhe to mere saath Holi nahi khelni na?" He questioned her huskily, his eyes commanding hers to look at him. His proximity was playing havoc with her senses and Aaliya refused to meet his eyes, still struggling to free herself. On getting no response, he tightened his hold on her hand and called out, "Aalyaa..."
Shock had her looking up to meet his eyes. If he had called her Malika e Hindustan, she wouldn't have been more stunned.
It had been so long since he had called her by her name directly. She had become used to being called Mamu ki Bhanji or whatever other term he came up with for so long that she had forgotten how special her name sounded when he pronounced it. That extra stress he put on the L while pronouncing Aal-ya felt like a caress that always sent shivers down her spine. No one else said it the way he did, and it made her feel special to hear herself so addressed by him. She had always secretly loved it.
And today he had called her Aal-ya again.
Their eyes met as she searched his, trying to search his thoughts which he hid behind a wall of sarcasm and hatred. Zain however, didn't realize what he had said and raised his eyes, shaking her slightly expecting an answer to his question.
That brought Aaliya back to earth, making her blush at the direction of her thoughts. She shook her head in no and tried to free herself again, and this time, to her surprise, Zain left her quite willingly.
"To theek hai! Mai jaa raha hu Gauhar ke saath Holi khelne." He mocked her and walked away.
As his back was to her, she missed the laughter on his face as he waited for her to explode. Mamu ki Bhanji! Mai bhi dekhta hu tum khud kaise mere paas nahi aati!
Any tender feelings that had arisen in her heart vanished in an instant and anger took over her senses. She looked around wildly for something, anything to hit that thick head of his, but found only a plateful of colour which happened to be red. Without thinking, she snatched it and running behind him, grabbed his hand and turned him around.
"Holi khelna hai na! To ye lo!" she shouted angrily.
SPLATTT
The plate flew from her hand, coloring his entire face with gulal and fell down with a bang.
Now it was Zain's turn to be shocked! He had definitely not seen THAT coming. The look of anger in his eyes warned Aaliya that maybe this time she had gone too far. Gathering up her lehanga, she swiftly turned away and ran towards the door, trying to escape.
However, Zain regained his senses and sprinted after her, catching her in the corridor. He pushed her against the wall, trapping her within the cage of his arms. Aaliya's pulse raced, her heart was beating so loudly she was sure even Zain could hear it. Her chest heaved as she tried to gulp in air after her sprint, more to calm her nerves, afraid of what Zain might do.
"Haan...To kaha the hum..." Aaliya turned her face away and refused to answer him. "Ye to galat baat hai... Tumne to Holi khel li. Aur meri bari aayi to bhag rahi ho...?"
"Zain please..." She almost pleaded, her eyes closing tightly as she waited for him to retaliate. Her hands were clenching and fiddling with her dupatta at her sides wanting to get this over and done with.
She waited for Zain to take his revenge and colour her, but he didn't move at all. He stood there, letting her soak in his nearness as he played the waiting game. She finally opened her eyes to find him watching her intensely.
Only when her eyes met his, did she feel his touch on her hand. She looked away startled, why was he taking her hand?
(When u reach here, plz stop the music n play again from start for effect😳)
He just caught her left hand with his right along with her dupatta and slowly moved it to his face. He pressed her hand on his cheek, swiping away the colour from there. The flimsy bit of nothing that was her dupatta did nothing to stop her from feeling her hand touching his face and for the first time Aaliya was touching her husband in a not-so-innocuous way. She looked at him then, regretting it instantly when their eyes met and held. His eyes scorched her through to her soul, making any wish she had of escape a farfetched notion.
If that wasn't enough to play havoc with her senses, his eyes quite deliberately started moving across her face. Those eyes tracing each contour of her face, every nuance, every expression laid bare to him. She felt branded by that gaze, feeling as if he was actually touching her and not merely flirting with his eyes, lost as she was lost in a sensual haze.
Ya Allah! Save me from those eyes! Aaliya prayed, as Zain's eyes traced the same path on her face which his hand was making her touch on his own.
With his eyes he traced her high forehead while his hand moved hers across his own forehead wiping the color off it. Her hand trembled in his warm clasp, almost totally engulfed in his large palms. Her hand was then moved across one cheek, his chin, his throat, the movement slow and unhurried as if he was enjoying this leisurely journey of her hands into uncharted territories. Her dupatta was totally smeared with gulal and was a bright red in colour.
Laal rang.
The colour of love.
The colour of passion.
Aaliya tried to turn away, but the mesmerizing power of his eyes rendered her immobile. And when she thought she could bear this exquisite torture no longer, he turned the passion up a notch and took her hand to his lips and his eyes following suit, lingering on her ruby red lips.
Aaliya felt like she had been branded for life.
If he had this effect on her without even touching her...She shuddered to think what would have happened had he actually kissed her.
His actions were so sensuous that her lips tingled as if they had been touched. By now Aaliya was trembling hard, her left hand clenching against her side as she felt the urge to hold on to him for support. Her knees felt decidedly weak and she was afraid she would fall into a puddle at his feet if she didn't find something to hold on to soon.
As if he heard her unsaid words, Zain's hand reached out across her waist to support her and anchor her firmly against his body.
The atmosphere between them hummed with electricity as both were caught up in the spell of their unacknowledged attraction. The air was thick with unsaid words and feelings. A red haze of desire clouded their senses and made them lose themselves in each other.
His face was nearly clean by now, but the Laal rang had left its mark and his skin was still hued with her colour. They were however, too lost in each other to notice it.
But the mirror on the wall behind them clearly reflected what fate had in store for them. They both were slowly but surely enriching each other's life by bringing their own vivid color to this relationship that bonded them together.
Zain whispered softly, "Ijazat hai...?"
Deep down, Aaliya wanted him to colour her. Her Holi would be incomplete if she refused him now. A small voice inside Aaliya warned her that if she said no, Zain would leave her and not come back. Zain Abdullah had a big ego. His asking her permission was in itself a huge concession. But she felt shy to acknowledge that in front of him and so tried dithering, "Koi dekh lega..."
"Dekne do..."
A voice was heard calling Aaliya's name, which they both ignored.
"Chand khala..."
"Sharma jayengi..."
"Mehman...?"
"Khush ho jayenge..."
She made one last half hearted attempt to put him off, "Par yaha rang nahi hai..." He ignored her words and persisted, "Haa ya na..."
She watched in fascination as the playful flirt disappeared and an intense lover took his place. His body was rigid with leashed passion as he waited for her reply.
Seeing no other way out, she broke off their eye contact and turned her face away, trying to hide her flushed face which was overcome with shyness. But Zain refused to be put off his goal and continued his assault on her senses. He curled his hand in her hair and turned her face back to his, this time bringing her even closer.
Their lips were mere inches apart now and Aaliya gulped at the heat evident in his eyes. "Zainnn..." Her voice sounded drugged and quite unlike herself as she finally closed her eyes submitting herself to him. She was his, she accepted to herself. She trembled when she felt his hot breath on her lips, quivering in his arms as her senses were bombarded with millions of sensations she had never felt before and an excitement she didn't wish to acknowledge.
"Waise to mujhe tumhe rangne ki zaroorat nahi hai..." He murmured and moved his thumb amorously across her cheek which was already hued a pale pink. At his words they turned to a deep red, her lashes falling to cover her eyes in an attempt to hide her soul from those piercing eyes of his.
"But since I promised..."
Zain inched closer his lips grazing the side of hers as he leant down to run the tip of his nose along her cheek, nuzzling her as he went along. She felt a bolt of lightning run through her when his skin touched hers. His rough cheek grazed the delicate skin of her face sending delicious tingles down her spine at the friction. He anointed her skin with his touch as surely as her dupatta was anointed with the colour of his love.
He rubbed his cheek against hers and whispered softly, "Happy Holi ..." Her ear tingled with the movement of his lips so near her ear that she could feel the tremor of his wish. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for him to complete his sentence.
The smile that lit up her face was more vividly vibrant than all the colours of the season, when he lifted his face to meet her eyes and finished in a huskily, "Aal-ya..."
Har ik pal jo teri rago'n mein daud-ta hai, wo tera lahu hai laal
Laal hai tere pyaar ka rang, teri har ada hai laal...
Laali ho teri khufgi ki,
Ya sharm-o-haya kare tere chehre ko laal...
(khufgi means anger)
Tere jazbaat ko hai laal rang ne kuch yu'n sajaya,
Jaise mere ishq ki laali ne tujhe aur bhi dilkash banaya
Iss laali ka hai wo kaunsa pehlu jo hai tere mann ko chhua,
Tere labon se sunne ko aaj meri ye chaahat hai
Be Intehaan...
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Pics n Avis are credited to the uploader.
Special thanks to Bindu for proofreading n adding a zing to this n Marium for helping me with the the shayari.
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