C is for... Colour
Arnav smiled as he disentangled his black silk shirt from where it had caught onto an embellishment on Khushi's turquoise and pink anarkali.
Di had once accused him of having a wardrobe full of black but nothing could be further from the truth now.
The large wardrobe was now bursting with colour: reds, greens, yellows, purple and blues sparkled and shimmered in the light shoving and pushing for space against an ever diminishing army of black, navy blue and grey.
Khushi had filled his previously grey existence with a riot of colours, making every day more beautiful than the last.
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(100 word drabble)
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