Seven Hues- A Drabble Series Complete Page 39 - Page 27

Ankita-Baisa!!! Sorry I missed the updates!! Work will be the death of me. 😭

I'm here now, so let me RAVE about all the fabulous updates I haven't raved about yet. 😆

@YELLOW

So what if the heat was unbearable a few times?

Some fires were worth burning in.

The above mentioned lines from yellow... Stole my breath away. Some fires are indeed worth burning in. That's what Love does to you. Once you have had a taste of it, the mark burned in your heart forever, there is nothing quite like it to match. Amazing amazing job done on conveying a docile Paro's Intense love for her Rudra. <3

Very Very nicely written. Rudra's feelings are so accurately penned here! Him wondering if he's tied to a child-bride, the honest amazement & wonderment at Paro , his very own kaleidoscope! She really does leave her color everywhere, beautifying everything.

I loved this one. I really really did. <3

@INDIGO:

A glimpse at Paro's dark days. Funnily enough, I haven't ever mulled over what her thoughts could have been about her short-lived marriage or the impending doom of widowhood. I hadn't given it that much thought. You however, did magic. Truly thought provoking.

Once again Ankita-Baisa, you have done a brilliant job with all these colors! J Virtual flowers and Chocolates for Grey', cause I adore it.

P.S: I CAN'T WAIT FOR RED. :D End the wait soon Baisa!! 😆

Originally posted by: JJKKL

Kaan Pakadke Sorry. I did read all of them in mobile. By the time I came to the laptop and logged in I forgot to go back to your post. Sorry

Originally posted by: JJKKL

Green: I liked how you tied Laila to hating green. She is the one who is going green now.

Blue: WoW. THis one I loved. How Rudra relates her to a mirage. And wants to drink in as much as he wants. Haaye. Both romantic and gutter thoughts emerging

Orange: Was great how you tied orange to the fire and her burning her hands. Though not the burning of hands I so wanted a scene when they returned from Jaipur where the jeep broke down and they had to spend a night on the roadside. How Rudra was prepared for the same (as an army an) with the basic things like one blanket, a match stick, a pillow, a sheet and some food and water. Would have been so romantic.

Yellow - the one on the bottom of my list 😭

Grey - ofcourse I expected that you will add grey and connect it to Rudra (who else) But I thought you will do it at the end. If I were the director of RR I would have made all the scenes of Rudra before meeting Paro in B&W and then slowly add a few colors after he rolled in the sand with her. And make it fully colorful after Haldi.

Originally posted by: binimoti

You have a talent there, in a short piece of writing you expressed so much, the sad ness you channelized through this went straight to heart, job well done, update soon.

Originally posted by: DDC1

Thank you for the PM.

Learned something new today. Your drabbles was really good, you brought out the despair in so few sentences. The video was apt.. sad that it happens even today.

Originally posted by: MissAsian

Thanks for the pm
it was sad but as always beautifully written
hey i learnt something new today, that the widows wear blue

Originally posted by: Sonata24

Ankita-Baisa!!! Sorry I missed the updates!! Work will be the death of me. 😭

I'm here now, so let me RAVE about all the fabulous updates I haven't raved about yet. 😆

@YELLOW

So what if the heat was unbearable a few times?

Some fires were worth burning in.

The above mentioned lines from yellow... Stole my breath away. Some fires are indeed worth burning in. That's what Love does to you. Once you have had a taste of it, the mark burned in your heart forever, there is nothing quite like it to match. Amazing amazing job done on conveying a docile Paro's Intense love for her Rudra. <3

@GREY

Well, I'm glad you wrote this one! :* 👏Hugs and Kisses for a Rudra Chapter <3 😛

Very Very nicely written. Rudra's feelings are so accurately penned here! Him wondering if he's tied to a child-bride, the honest amazement & wonderment at Paro , his very own kaleidoscope! She really does leave her color everywhere, beautifying everything.

I loved this one. I really really did. <3

@INDIGO:

A glimpse at Paro's dark days. Funnily enough, I haven't ever mulled over what her thoughts could have been about her short-lived marriage or the impending doom of widowhood. I hadn't given it that much thought. You however, did magic. Truly thought provoking.

Once again Ankita-Baisa, you have done a brilliant job with all these colors! J Virtual flowers and Chocolates for Grey', cause I adore it.

P.S: I CAN'T WAIT FOR RED. :D End the wait soon Baisa!! 😆

Love,

Sonata24

Red

He had never been bothered.

He had reasoned with himself, that he had gotten so used to seeing that color around him, that it had stopped bothering him.

The blood, that he would encounter every other day, had made him immune. Immune to the color... Until he had done the inexplicable torture of marrying the dominatrix.

Dominatrix, a word nobody in their sane mind would actually associate on the chit of a girl... But he doubted he was sane anymore. The wretched thread, mangalsutra only in name and nothing more, had been giving him such a parched throat that even his harshest of training in the deserts hadn't given.

That mouli ka dhaaga, on her neck, would exude power over him, completely incomprehensible. He would be pulled towards her, watching the red thread cling to her neck, wanting to cling to her for his life.

The red sindoor in the partition of her hair. It was amazing what a red streak of sindoor could do to your existence.

For him, it held the power to rattle his soul.

It bound him involuntarily in ties that he himself was mystified of.

Strange, how he never thought this way before he saw her wearing his sindoor.

All the red on her, drew him in with a force so great, he felt his entire existence would dissipate if he didn't beckon to her call.

He was being crushed under the weight of this thunderous force... Yet, he still answered every time the red summoned.