Seven Hues- A Drabble Series Complete Page 39 - Page 32

Originally posted by: _SenbonZakura_

Orange

She sat down near it, warming herself up in the bright orange glow of it all. The pot was bubbling, and she was happy with the aroma that was coming from it.

They had been moving in a caravan to Jaisalmer, and he had thought that the night hold was necessary.

So, all of his men, along with her, had set up tents in the fine sands of the desert she was so familiar with.

He had lit up a bonfire, and she had brought out the earthen utensils to cook a meal that could be edible enough for them.

Her eyes flickered again to the flames, as they burst here and there every few seconds. And strangely, the thoughts in her head went nowhere to her childhood.

Had she healed that much?

Instead, she reminisced about another scene, which was so far way, it almost seemed like another birth.

"Mat dekh aise..." His voice was raspy as he sat down next to her.

She smiled. Of course he knew what she was thinking about. They were connected.

"Aapki galti nai thi. Maine hi bewakoofi ki thi haath jala ke." She replied softly, watching how his amber eyes were filled with her pain even after all these years.

"Nahi..." he breathed, taking her palm into his hand, and rubbing it, soothing an imaginary wound, "Meri galti thi."

Originally posted by: _SenbonZakura_

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.