He knew the art of giving pure happiness, his mere presence created a storm inside this silly heart of mine. His fingers knew some magic as when he trailed them over my body with love, I could barely breathe. My breath hitched inside and all I could feel was pure love and solace.

Today, while everyone was busy applying those colors to each other, my eyes were only searching for him and I very well knew that he was hiding himself on purpose. I just wanted to fulfil my wish of drenching him with this pink color that I'm clenching tightly in my hand. One thing is clear in my mind. As soon as I find him, I'll show him what his Bondita is capable of doing. He clearly takes if as a matter of pride and he thinks that only he can make me breathless with his touch. But today, I'll show him the power I hold.

Wait for me, Pati babu.

I marched outside the mansion and reached the spot where the event had been set up. It was really so overwhelming to see everyone enjoying this beautiful festival of colors. But where was my happiness? Where is he?

My eyes wandered all over the place, shifting from one face to another, and I pleaded them to only stop when they find him, smiling mischievously at me. But I guess, even my eyes were tired now, finding every face but not him. Now, it was becoming unbearable for me, I just wanted to see him now. An unknown fear crept in my mind and I grew restless now. Was it some joke to him? I was really worried now.

I was brought out my thoughts when I felt two hands on my shoulders and I immediately sensed his presence just behind me. I frowned and turned around. Unknowingly, tears glistened out of my eyes and fell down . As soon as Pati Babu realised that he had again made me cry, he cupped my face as he wiped away my tears with his hands.

He said, "Bondita, what is this? Why are you crying now?"

I frowned at him again and replied, "Where were you, Pati babu? You made me cry! Why did you disappear? "

He leaned in closer to my ear and my breath hitched again. He just makes my blood run cold sometimes with his mere presence.

He whispered, " I disappeared as I won't let you drench me with this color that you're carrying! "

Before I could say anything, he stepped back, putting a finger on my lips. I looked around, we were actually in the middle of something, actually a lot of people were there. No wonder however bold we become, our ethics won't allow us to shamelessly do these things in front of so many people. I shuddered and immediately moved back and eyed him, and he quickly understood my point.

I quickly remembered my main purpose of looking for him. I glanced back at the pink color that I was holding in my hand. I smirked and immediately raised my hand in air, holding the color. I had it in my mind. I won't spare him today.

As soon as he deciphered my intentions, he made a face and the next moment, I was running after him, holding my dress. I still had that gulal in my hand and I was so sure of not letting that color go without making Pati Babu pink with it. I actually enjoyed chasing him, running behind him and there he was, making faces at me occasionally when he turned his head back while running. Who would believe that he was a mature man in his 30s and on top of that a hot headed barrister?

He marched inside the mansion. No one was inside. I realised immediately that this was it. No one can save him from me now.

I came to the living room, and I heard his muffled laughter from somewhere. I tried to decipher where my mischievous Pati Babu must have went. He becomes a kid sometimes. Is this the age to play hide and seek? The voice was coming from our room. I gently tip toed towards the room, ascending the stairs. I hate my anklets sometimes, they are such a nuisance in times like this. I opened the door, trying hard to not let any voice out. My hand now barely had traces of the gulal that I had been carrying with myself. It must've disappeared in the air along the way. I decided to go downstairs again to get some more color.

I immediately rushed out of the room and my eyes fell on the gulal , different colors were there. But I took the thaal having that pink color. I carried the thaal along with me and gently tiptoed upstairs and as I stood on the threshold of the room, my lips played a gentle smile. I could slowly see my wish coming true in front of my eyes.

I pushed the door open and entered the room, trying hard not to make my anklets jingle. But I don't think they will ever listen to me. My eyes wandered all over the room searching for him. He was here for sure. I could feel his subtle and sweet fragrance around me which alone was enough to ensure that he was near me. I placed the thaal on the bed and took some gulal in my hands and rubbed it between my palms.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone blew into my ear from behind, making my entrails shiver. I didn't turn around, rather I lost the courage to turn around and face him. All of a sudden, I felt my cheeks burning and I was so sure that I had turned red. I felt his hands on my shoulders and slowly, he slid them down my arms, making my insides turn numb. I never understood the reason for the affect that he caused. As he slowly slid his hands, feeling my skin, I could only feel pleasure but then I again shivered. Pati Babu was well aware of the fact that I lose my senses whenever he comes near me like that and he was just teasing me on purpose. He actually took it as a matter of pride that only he could make me feel tingles and he thought that his Bondita will always lose to him in this battle. I had made up my mind to make him feel the same and break this pride that he holds, but then again, my insides were letting him overpower me again.

"What happened , Bondita? Don't you wish to color me pink?", he said, leaning in closer from behind. The heaviness in his voice was making me wobbly in my knees.

"Pati babu..."I stammered.

"Hmmm.."

His heavy voice was making it more difficult for me to answer his question.

I could again feel him engulfing me from behind and as he pulled me closer, my back hit his chest and again a shiver ran down my spine.

Come on, Bondita. Show him what you can do.

I cursed myself under my breath, unceasingly.

I could feel the pallu on my head slide down. He was doing it again and there I was standing like a statue again. He pulled me closer to him, brushed my hair to the side and the next moment, I could feel his lips on my bare neck and I tilted my head to the side, giving him more space. I gasped at his cold touch. I could feel a sudden rush of emotions as he carelessly roamed his lips over my bare neck. I could feel his hands on my bare waist, engulfing me in a back hug. I was constantly cursing myself as I let my courage slip away. I was losing myself to him. I felt the color in my hand burning.

He knew some magic. His movements were gentle and slow which again made me numb. But then, he stopped abruptly. He moved back and then he stood in front of me and if by cue, I lost all my courage to look him straight in the eyes.

He slowly made his way towards the bed, took the gulal in his hands and took slow steps towards me. With each step he took forward, I took a step backwards. I was then pinned to the wall near the bathroom door, to which he smirked.

How much I hate that smirk right now! I was losing again.

He moved towards me and with his each step, my breath hitched again. And now, he was just inches apart from me. His smile which was then filled with mischief made me blush and I instantly turned my face away. He took my chin and made me face him. His gaze was killing me. I instantly looked down. He held my hand with which I was holding the gulal. My lips curved into a smile as I looked up at him with love.

He gently placed my hand over his cheek and made it wander over his face, thus making him pink, just as I wanted. I could only gaze at him lovingly. He brought his face closer to mine. His hands were placed on the wall to which I was pinned, he caged me. He slowly rubbed his cheek with mine and I could feel a sudden rush of adrenaline all over my body. He was still holding the gulal in his other hand. He very gently wrapped that hand around my bare waist, thus applying the gulal on me. He pulled me closer from my waist and I could hardly breathe now. His face was just inches apart from mine. He rubbed his nose with mine as his hold on my waist tightened. I was so into him now. He turned me around and now my back hit his chest and he kissed my neck again while his hand wandered over my waist, painting me pink with his love.

But then again, I remembered, I was losing to him.

I gently removed his arms from around me and turned around as I faced him straight. I took a few steps back, my hands still had enough gulal to color him. I took my steps towards him and he was clearly surprised. He was startled to see me being all the more courageous. Deep down, only I knew how much I was shivering from inside as now I was going to take the lead. I stood on his feet and I could literally feel my heart thumping inside my chest. He gently wrapped his arms around my waist again and gave me a questioning stare.

I trembled as I looked at the top button of his kurta. With my hands trembling, I took the first button of his kurta and undid it. I could literally feel his expression changing and I could feel his heart thumping in his chest. Now this was enough to give me some more courage, I wanted this exactly. I wanted Pati Babu to get nervous just like me.

After I realized that I had enough space to let my hand slip inside his kurta, I stopped undoing his buttons. I gently slipped my hand inside his kurta and wandered it around his bare chest, coloring him with the gulal that I had in my hand as I smirked. I was literally enjoying his facial expressions which were filled with amazement and shock. To say he was shocked would be an understatement. I let my hand come out and now I gently rubbed it over his neck. His hands were still wrapped around my waist. I now cupped his face and laid a wet kiss on his cheek and now even my lips were colored pink with the gulal.

I just felt elated and I gently caressed his jawline which was perfect. I was already standing on his feet and I moved up as I gently took his lips in mine. His hold tightened and my arms were now wrapped around his neck, holding him as close to me as I could. I took my lips back only to brush them again over his lips.

After a while, I finally broke the kiss and I rested my face on his chest and tightly hugged him, to which he immediately responded and hugged me back.

I moved back and winked at him, to which his eyes widened. I now took a few steps back and all of a sudden I felt shy and I turned away, hiding my crimson face from him. I was about to rush out of the room when I felt a hold on my wrist.

Pati Babu pulled me back towards him as my head hit his chest. He pulled me into a warm and loving hug and I snuggled in his chest. He pulled my face up from my chin and whispered against my lips," Will I let you go now, Bondita?"

The next moment, I felt his lips on mine as he pulled me into a passionate kiss.

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