Arshi Drabble. Color Me Red. Pg 4 - Page 2

This was such a well written piece. 

Beautifully written 

Oh, how bittersweet some things are. A thirsty man yearns for even a drop of water. Arnav is clinging onto Khushi in any way he can even if it pains him.

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Beautifully written, Rich. So painful. And so poetic. 

I say this to you every time you write something... so I'll say it again (so I can encourage you to write more 😉), that you, my dear friend, are a brilliant writer. 

And thank you :)

Amazingly written!!
I could feel the pain..

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Oh, how bittersweet some things are. A thirsty man yearns for even a drop of water. Arnav is clinging onto Khushi in any way he can even if it pains him.

My favorite lines:

"She was present in the tears that flowed from his eyes every night. In the darkness that engulfed him every night. In the silent accusation in the eyes of her sister."

I'm familiar with drabbles...is this going to turn into an SS/FF?

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Any thing for you Ananya.

And as this was written entirely for your benefit, I'm glad that you like it.!😆

aah...u gave me a heavy heart...when all i wanted to do was sleep happily... u write exceptionally well... thumbs up to that!!!
i hope u cont with ur other story soon...maybe? :)

Very well written.

Color Me Red.

 

Red.

The color always signified something in his life.

When he was a kid, the red of roses, which his mother planted with so much love and care.

There was a reason that he loved gardening so much after all. It reminded him of the soothing touch of his mother, as she taught him how to pull out the weeds, how to plant the flowers, how to identify the good from the bad.

For a man who had such little color in his life, his garden was always an exception to the rule.

 

And then, the color signified all that he had lost. The color of his mother's blood as she killed herself due to his father's crimes.

Sitting in the pool of her blood, as he held her to himself, waiting for help to come as his world collapsed on him.

All he could see was the red of her blood. And all he could see was the red of her roses.

 

And then, red had meant passion. When his first girlfriend had went after the color red with almost a hedonistic pleasure.

But never had the color meant love.

Until  Khushi, of course.

And love in all its forms. A love which had hatred, had passion, had innocence. A love which knew that it was eternal.

The red of her saree during the photo shoot. She looked like a siren. He knew how close he had come to losing control that day. And for a man who prided himself on his control, almost thrived on it, it was dangerous.

It had sent warning bells ringing.

The red she wore on Diwali. That day he had lost control.

She had looked like an angel, sent down only for him.

To redeem him maybe.

And how can he forget the red when they had performed the Heer Ranjha act?

May be that was the day he realized that he would always love her.

Jo kaha, jo kiya uska koi matlab nahi.

He would always love her, even if he thought that she was a home wrecker.

And hadn't he hated her for that?

For this weakness that flowed in his blood like a poison with no cure in sight?

 

He was a lucky bas***d that she was innocent enough to fall in love with him.

 

But most of all, he loved the red on her body.

The way her nose got red when she blushed.

The way her cheeks flushed red when she got angry.

The red of her lips when he had kissed her senseless.

And didn't he know that the color extended to the whole of her body and not only her face?

He had been fascinated by it, had spent hours studying it.

 

And speaking of which, here was his crazy wife in a red saree running around the house.

Well, color him red then.

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AN:- I know, I know. I promise I'll update with in this month. Its been ages since I wrote Pygmalion and I am waiting for inspiration to strike.

Also this is too big for a drabble and too short for an OS. So i figured what the hell.

Let me know what you all think.

My other works :

OS A Little Ways down The Road.

OS Clouds

PYGMALION