Holi function in college:-
The hostel courtyard buzzed with laughter and the vibrant colors of Holi. Khwahish felt a rush of excitement as she noticed Armaan's warm laughter and the way he carried himself with effortless charm.
His white shirt stood out like a beacon amidst the sea of colors, adding an aura of elegance to his presence,their hearts fluttering with anticipation.
Khwahish couldn't help but admire how Armaan's shirt perfectly complemented his cheerful demeanor. She was drawn to every part of him.
Khwahish: (excitedly) This is going to be my first Holi in the hostel, and I'm so thrilled about it!
Ridanshi: (smiling) Yes, it's going to be a lot of fun. Look, there's Armaan bhai and Adwait sir.
Khwahish: (locking eyes with Armaan) There's something different in his gaze today, don't you think?
Ridanshi: (teasingly) Oh, I see. You're waiting to color him first, aren't you?
Khwahish: (blushing) Well, I... maybe. But let's not jump to conclusions.
Khwahish and Ridanshi approached Armaan and Adwait with beaming smiles..
Armaan: (playfully) Waiting for you to color me, huh?
Khwahish: (smirking) Oh, you bet! Just wait and watch.
Armaan: (closing his eyes) Alright, I'm all yours.
(her heart skipped a beat )
Khwahish: (gently applying the pink-colored powder on his cheek) There you go. Happy Holi, mr. mysterious
Armaan: (smiling with a mix of emotions) Thank you, mss. ahuja.. It means a lot.
Friends: (calling Khwahish) Hey, come join us! Let's make this Holi unforgettable.
Khwahish: (joining her friends) I'll be right there! Let's have a blast!
Throughout the festivities, Khwahish couldn't help stealing glances at Armaan, their little secret moment lingering in her mind. She knew there was something unspoken between them, something that went beyond the colors of Holi. But for now, she decided to cherish those stolen glances and keep her emotions hidden, savoring the magic of the celebration with her friends.
Khwahish: (surprised) Hello, sir! Is everything alright?
Armaan:Come to the library side. I'm waiting for you.
Khwahish's heart skipped a beat as she heard his voice. There was something in his tone that filled her with anticipation. She quickly made her way to the library, her mind racing with thoughts of what Armaan might have in store for her.
As she reached the library, Khwahish couldn't help but notice the mischievous glint in Armaan's eyes. He held a handful of vibrant red colors, a playful smile dancing on his lips.
Khwahish(teased): I heard that there will be news in tomorrow's newspaper about us being seen together again. People might think we are in a relationship. Aren't you afraid now..sir?
Armaan (chuckled): Let them think whatever they want.
Khwahish: (teasingly) Oh, so you decided to color me after all, sir?
Armaan: (playfully) How could I not? You thought I would miss the chance? And as for the color, I chose red for a reason.
Khwahish's heart fluttered at his words, her curiosity piqued. She couldn't help but lean in the wall behind her , eager to hear his explanation.
Khwahish: (curiously) Why red, sir?
Armaan: (leaning even closer, his voice laced with tenderness) I wanted this moment to be special, to be the last one to color you, to let you know that you hold a special place in my heart.
Khwahish's breath caught in her throat as his words sank in. The intensity of his gaze made her heart race, and a warm blush spread across her cheeks.
Khwahish: (softly) Everyone else has already colored me, sir. And there's not much space left.
Armaan: (smiling, his voice filled with affection) Space doesn't matter when it comes to matters of me and you, Khwahish. Sometimes, breaking the rules are meant for us ..stand still my girl.
Khwahish's heart skipped a beat at the endearment he used. She leaned against the wall, her eyes locked with his, her heart pounding in her chest.
Armaan's gentle touch and the sweep of the red color against her stomach sent shivers down her spine. She felt a surge of emotions, a mix of excitement, longing, and a deep sense of connection.
Armaan: (softly) Happy Holi, khwahish
Khwahish: (whispering, her eyes filled with love) Happy Holi, sir.
As Armaan took a step back, his eyes still fixed on her, Khwahish felt a rush of warmth and an overwhelming sense of joy. In that moment, the colors of Holi seemed to pale in comparison to the vibrant love that blossomed between them.
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.In the days that followed the colorful Holi celebration, Khwahish found herself reliving the tender moment shared with Armaan over and over again. His words echoed in her mind, and his affectionate gaze lingered in her thoughts like a cherished memory. The after-effects of Holi were more profound than she had ever imagined.
Whenever Khwahish and Armaan came face to face in college, there was an unspoken understanding between them. They exchanged shy smiles and glances filled with the unsaid emotions that had bloomed on that eventful day. It was as if a beautiful secret was shared between them, one that made their hearts beat in sync whenever they were near each other.
Khwahish found herself blushing whenever she remembered how Armaan had leaned closer, speaking with such tenderness that it melted her heart. She cherished the way he had colored her, making her feel cherished and loved. Their connection went beyond the colors of Holi; it was a bond that felt destined to grow stronger with time.
Despite the warm feelings that had blossomed between them, Khwahish couldn't help but feel shy around Armaan. She was uncertain of how to navigate this newfound affection, and a part of her worried about risking their friendship. However, every time she saw him, the magnetic pull drew her closer, and she couldn't help but smile at the beautiful memories they had created together.
One afternoon, as they crossed paths in the college library, Khwahish's heart raced, and her cheeks turned a rosy shade. Armaan's presence always had a profound effect on her, leaving her feeling both excited and timid at the same time.
Armaan: (grinning) Hey, junior. How's your day going?
Khwahish: (softly) Hi, sir. It's going well. How about you?
Armaan: (leaning against a bookshelf) It's better now that I've seen you.
Khwahish's heart fluttered at his sweet compliment, but she found herself feeling tongue-tied, unsure of how to respond.
Armaan(chuckled): let's go ..or you want to stand like this only
As they walked together through the library aisles, Khwahish realized that the colors of Holi had not faded away; instead, they had painted a canvas of love and affection between her and Armaan. They were now embarking on a new chapter—a chapter painted with the hues of friendship, trust, and the promise of a love that had found its way into their hearts during the festival of colors.
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