Hi All, Somehow the holi mood in TVC has affected me so much. I decided to write an OS on VirMan Holi celebration. I have never celebrated or experience Holi in my entire life except for seeing it on screen. Forgive me if I have described the celebration wrongly. Let me know how is it...
It was Bhabhi's first Holi in her sasural and the eent was planned in a grand manner but all the preparation was done discreetly to surprise her. Swamini bua and Kadambari chachi would have rocked the whole Chandigarh if they were running event management firm. The word 'Party' will just bring out the best in both of them. They just need to tap their invisible magic wand and things just gets organize the way they want it, from the caterers to deco and music. It was a perfect combination of class with a touch of Bollywood. The ladies of Vandhera would have overpowered the Vandhera Law firm if they actually commercialized their ideas.
Everyone was gathered around the Holi bonfire while Bhai and Bhabi offered their first offering to the bonfire on the eve of Holi. Everyone was talking about Holi celebration while Manvi looked least interested in the conversation. She was more immersed in her own thoughts, lost in her own world. Virat was surprised to see Manvi being so quiet; in fact she looked pretty disturbed.
"Kaha kogaya mere Chaudrain" he nudged her off her thoughts. "What is cooking in the tiny head of yours Bandariya" he probed her again which she only returned with a confused look. "I was thinking about the Holi celebration tomorrow, actually na Virat I'm worried about Holi yaar" she finally spoke. "Worried aur kyu?" Virat was troubled by her expression. "Virat, mein Holi kelna jathi hoon" she answered him innocently. "Hain Bandariya, we will all celebrate Holi tomorrow na. Tum kyu pareshaan hoon?" he was still baffled on what was bothering Manvi. "Virat, I have always celebrated Holi with full masti throughout my life. I have painted the whole Rishikesh with colors during Holi but not sure whether it will be possible this year" she explained. "Toh, you are missing Rishikesh, but we thought you wanted to be with Bhabi for Holi?" he quizzed her. "Nahi buddhu, I recalled last year Diwali celebration. The Vandhera style Diwali, how all of you shared a single patakha and sat down in the balcony watching the rest of the servants enjoying with the crackers" she answered. "Toh, what is the connection of the Diwali celebration with you celebrating Holi here?" he probed her, losing his precious patience. "I just hope that it is not Vandhera parampara or style to only apply a stroke of color on the cheek then sit on the balcony watching the rest play with colors. I rather be a servant of Vandhera house than to die out of boredom while watching the celebration. I don't know whether I will be able refrain myself from causing any havoc tomorrow in this state" she whined. Virat's concern transformed to amusement then he burst into laughter leaving Manvi mystified. She was agitated that he was laughing at her misery. "Hare wah, didn't know you were so smart Manvi. You have understood the norm of Vandhera's and predicted the exact way we celebrate Holi. I don't know whether Holi par mazak ayega par kal tumhe dekha zahor mazak ayega" he joked while heading back to the house leaving Manvi vexed and sad at the same time.
Manvi coerced herself to get up from the bed in the morning when her alarm sound blared into her ears. She usually looked forward for Holi but not this year; if not for her Di, she would have ran away to Rishikesh yesterday night itself. "Mannu, jaldi utho na. Saab neeche hai" Jeevika shouted at her room door. "Hah Di, coming" she answered while dragging her feet to the bathroom to get ready. "I really wonder why this people are so excited. If watching others play Holi is so fun, imagine being a part of it!" she thought to herself while getting ready. Everyone was ready for pooja when Manvi arrived. The whole Vandhera clan was dressed white. Virat watched as Manvi walked down the stairs, he has never seen her dressed in white before but he had to admit she looked like an angel. For a moment, he was struck by her naive beauty but then he realized the smile that usually adorns her face was missing. He knew the reason why and he was ready to prove to his Bandariya that even the Vandhera's knew how to enjoy. Dadaji placed thilak on everyone's forehead and officially declared the Holi celebration to begin. Manvi managed a faint smile and wished everyone Happy Holi.
Manvi decided to head back to the room when Virat dragged her out, she stood there flabbergasted. She couldn't believe her eyes; it looked like the whole Chandigarh was gathered there. Festive mood filled the Vandhera mansion. There were Holi colors, food, drinks, dance and music, totally opposite of what she anticipated. "Kaisa laga hamara holi celebration Deft footiya?" Virat asked her. She was unable to utter a single word due to her shock. "Virat, can you pinch me?" she mumbled after sometime. "I need to know whether this is dream or reality" she continued. "Bandariya, it is reality. We Vandhera's do know how to enjoy. Samjha mere jaan" he smirked. "Chalo, are you planning to stand here like a statue the whole day or are you going to join us in the fun" he asked her. Before he could complete his sentence, Manvi dashed out to the crowd. "Bandariya, puri Bandariya" he thought to himself as he joined in the celebration.
Virat was enjoying himself till the moment he saw Maya. The sight of her was enough to wash off all the excitement and happiness he was enjoying. She was cladded in white saree with skimpy blouse; first time he had seen her draped with so much of cloth in contrast to her usual style. She was in her total Desi Girl wannabe getup. He saw some of the guys were already drooling over her as she stood in front of him, trying to seduce him back. Maya tried to win him back in all ways and it failed; now she is trying to win him with lust. White was pure and divine but it looked so dark on her. She claims to be sorry and regretted her past mistake; she even managed to convince Bua and Manvi but he knew something will never change and Maya is one of them. Not for once, he saw the regret, sincerity or genuineness in her eyes. Instead of drooling over her, he was disgusted and was about to turn away when he saw a stark of contrast behind her. He saw his Bandariya, she was so divinely beautiful cladded in her simple white salwar, and her hair was now let loose. She was busy enjoying herself with a bunch of kids, jumping in excitement and smearing colors to their face but manage to escape from their attempt to color her face. She never found it difficult to mingle with kids, maybe because she herself is still an innocent child in heart. Virat felt an electrifying attraction from her laughter, her naivets. He was unknowingly drawn towards her. Her smile was more intoxicating compare to the Bhang that was served. His lips carved into smile as he watched her dancing with glee. The anger in his eyes mellowed, he felt the color that was drained from his life reemerging.
Virat's impulsive desire made him fill his hands with Holi colors and walk towards her. His faint smile turned seductive as he walked towards her. For a moment, Maya thought Virat was unable to resist her and she succeeded in winning him back. She opened her arms to embrace him as he neared but she was shocked as he walked past her as if she was invisible. Her smile turned into horror when she saw Virat approaching Manvi instead. Virat was least bother about Maya; he not only walked past her but also leaving her and her memories in his life behind forever. Manvi started to run for safety when she saw Virat approaching her with colors filled in his hand but he was too fast for her. He managed to pin her down at the corner of the garden. Manvi struggled to escape but her body froze to his sudden proximity. His closeness sent out different vibes which Manvi failed to decode but it clearly made her uncomfortable yet she couldn't resist the fact that she was enjoying it. Virat leaned closer to her, colored her cheeks with colors on his palm while whispering "Happy Holi Meri Bandariya" in her ears in his husky voice.
Her cheeks turned hot with the heat from his touch, she managed to regain her composure as he moved away."Virat, tumhe nahi chodunga. If I don't fill you with color today, mere naam badulungi" she mocked at him while walking away to grab the tray full of colors to attack him. He just stood there smiling and told himself "I will always be here Bandariya, waiting for you to color my life"
Your comments, criticism, joote and chappal are most welcome... 😊
Brain dead for my SS, so enjoy this meanwhile😉
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