**Just You And Me - Meevaan Saga** - Page 4

"Holi hai!"

The festivities of Holi were going on full swings. Everyone was applying happily colours on each other, celebrating the festival to the fullest. Meera sneakily hid on the terrace, avoiding being coloured by anyone out there. Her sister tried to apply colour on her face, but Meera had evaded it and had run away from the place.

She could hear from downstairs the music and the people singing along, mostly driven by the Bang the drank.

She was quietly standing and hiding behind a pillar wall on the terrace. Suddenly she heard some footsteps. She was in no mood to get discovered. Quietly she slipped from another side of the pillar and went to the adjacent terrace room and closed the door. She got the shock of her life when she turned around. She was about to scream when the big palms were on her mouth and she was forced to keep quiet. In front of her Vivaan was standing looking at her sternly. In his usual cold voice he roared, why are you screaming if you wanted to hide? She removed his hands from her mouth and said, "because I never expected a ghost in this room."

"What do you mean", Vivaan was surprised

"Simple, i didnt expected you to be hiding from colours"

Vivaan was smiling now..."Who said I am afraid of colours...?" and showed his hands to her...his hands were brightly red...

Meera s shocked now...

Vivaan slightly rubbed his palms .on her cheeks,making her cheeks red. She was completely melt in his eyes. After a while he replied happy holi,drama queen!'.

what do you mean by that?'she replied rudely.she took handful on red colours placed in a plate nearer to her , rubbed her palms angrily. He teased her well now you are coloured so no need to hide'. She brushes her hair on his face and smilingly says whatever'.

She was about to turn around and go away, when she got pulled by her dupatta. She nearly flew backward, falling straight in Vivaan's arms, her lips straight on his collarbone. She wriggled in his hold, trying to push herself off his arms, rubbing in the process her cheeks on his shirt and cheeks, colouring him in the colour of love and passion.

Finally distancing herself from him, she gritted out:

"Why did you pull my dupatta?"

"I didn't."

"Oh really? And so, did I fall in your arms willingly?"

"Oh, I don't know. You have a habit of falling for me... I mean falling in my arms and on me."

Meera was ready to lash out at him, when she noticed that her dupatta was stuck under her feet. Giving a sheepish smile at Vivaan for her mistake, she turned to go away, when she felt a pull on her dupatta, one more time.

Deciding not to scold him wrongly this time, she turned around slowly. She eyed her dupatta and was stunned to see it enwreathed in Vivaan's hands.

******

"Holi hai!"

The festivities of Holi were going on full swings. Everyone was applying happily colours on each other, celebrating the festival to the fullest. Meera sneakily hid on the terrace, avoiding being coloured by anyone out there. Her sister tried to apply colour on her face, but Meera had evaded it and had run away from the place.

She could hear from downstairs the music and the people singing along, mostly driven by the Bang the drank.

She was quietly standing and hiding behind a pillar wall on the terrace. Suddenly she heard some footsteps. She was in no mood to get discovered. Quietly she slipped from another side of the pillar and went to the adjacent terrace room and closed the door. She got the shock of her life when she turned around. She was about to scream when the big palms were on her mouth and she was forced to keep quiet. In front of her Vivaan was standing looking at her sternly. In his usual cold voice he roared, why are you screaming if you wanted to hide? She removed his hands from her mouth and said, "because I never expected a ghost in this room."

"What do you mean", Vivaan was surprised

"Simple, i didnt expected you to be hiding from colours"

Vivaan was smiling now..."Who said I am afraid of colours...?" and showed his hands to her...his hands were brightly red...

Meera s shocked now...

Vivaan slightly rubbed his palms .on her cheeks,making her cheeks red. She was completely melt in his eyes. After a while he replied happy holi,drama queen!'.

what do you mean by that?'she replied rudely.she took handful on red colours placed in a plate nearer to her , rubbed her palms angrily. He teased her well now you are coloured so no need to hide'. She brushes her hair on his face and smilingly says whatever'.

She was about to turn around and go away, when she got pulled by her dupatta. She nearly flew backward, falling straight in Vivaan's arms, her lips straight on his collarbone. She wriggled in his hold, trying to push herself off his arms, rubbing in the process her cheeks on his shirt and cheeks, colouring him in the colour of love and passion.

Finally distancing herself from him, she gritted out:

"Why did you pull my dupatta?"

"I didn't."

"Oh really? And so, did I fall in your arms willingly?"

"Oh, I don't know. You have a habit of falling for me... I mean falling in my arms and on me."

Meera was ready to lash out at him, when she noticed that her dupatta was stuck under her feet. Giving a sheepish smile at Vivaan for her mistake, she turned to go away, when she felt a pull on her dupatta, one more time.

Deciding not to scold him wrongly this time, she turned around slowly. She eyed her dupatta and was stunned to see it enwreathed in Vivaan's hands.

******

He approached her, till his shirt was rubbing on the dress she wore and slowly, he brought his arms around her. Long was forgotten the fear of closed spaces, as he stood there, enclosing in his arms his beloved. Meera shuddered against him, feeling his warmth seeping through his shirt and the erratic beats of the heart that belonged to her.

She sighed, leaning onto him, but he must have planned something else, as he turned her swiftly towards him and dove on her lips with a gentle stroke. She gasped in surprise, her hands clutching his collars fiercely, and he took advantage by trusting in her den his tongue. Both tongues dueled for control, and he let her win, with a smile. He left her lips, to place his forehead against her, and both stood there, the silence only broken by their harsh breathing.

"Marry me, Meera, he breathed out.