Dusk - Dhaani&Viplav SS CH1 UPD.

Dusk.

Prologue

"Dhaani, you can't wear these bangles, they aren't for widows."

"Dhaani, you can't wear coloured sarees, they aren't for widows."

"Dhaani, you can't have love, it isn't for a widow."

Her mother's words kept ringing in her mind.

As she stared into the black eyes, she felt something burn in her. Was it anxiety or fear ?

As she saw him raise his hand to fill her partition, she hesitated.

"What are you doing ? Forget me Viplav, it's for the best."

"I don't care about what the world thinks,you're mine and that's it." Saying so, he filled the white beauty with red color.

"My love is no longer white, it's red." He proudly proclaimed as she ran away, crying.

He didn't go behind her, she needed the time. However, he did silently walk the same path as her.

"People will kill us. No one will accept us. Why ! Why did you do this ?" She cried harder as her Saree soaked in her tears.

Coming behind her, he hugged her. " It's for us to accept, not for others. "

"You don't know what you've got yourself into."

"I don't. But I'm willing to know."

"I don't love you ! I hate you, you're a monster ! That's it." She cried more and more as she feared the consequences of this act.

A thunder broke as she hid more into him, while he wondered "Perhaps she'll slowly learn how to love ?"

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The journey back to Banaras was sure to be a big one. They passed the big jungles and walked through the rainy forests, the flowers were blooming, it was drizzling slightly making the cool breeze flow which felt heavenly.

All during the journey where she was mostly following him silently, she kept touching the place were her white epitome had been made red. Where she had been marked as someone's. The few liquid drops of the sindoor fell on her nose due to the drizzle. And soon some on her Saree. She was getting colored in red unconsciously.

He couldn't help but keep glancing at her following him. Covered from top to bottom in white she had always appeared to him like the winter landscape mountains that were a symbol of pureness and innocence. He looked at the red lining on her head which made her his. Her soft hair, those rosy cheeks, those pink lips along with her gorgeous face made it look as if it was a privilege of the sindoor to be on her and not the other way round.

She sat down quietly while he went to the dhaba to get some food.

"Arrey bitiya, where is your husband ? And hey bhagwan ! Why are you wearing a such a white Saree ? It doesn't suit a married woman to wear sarees like those of widows." The old lady smiled as she sat beside her.

"No...I... Him woh..."

"Areey bhai. Don't worry, I'll give you my saree. Seeing you I can sense you've had a runaway marriage. " she giggled as she saw him stealing glances at Viplav.

"Come, change now." The lady took Dhaani with her while Viplav just smiled.

She came outside wearing a pink Saree, the sindoor still fresh, she looked like an ethereal beauty.

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