Volume llI of Historical series.
There was a king, there was a queen, both separated. End of the story?
Sacrifice in love, madness in love, overcoming every difficulty in love, but both of them gave a new definition of love.
It was destined that th...
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Holi, a festival of colors and immense joy, brought an air of excitement and laughter all around. The streets were alive with vibrant hues, children ran with fists full of powdered colors, and the rhythmic beats of dhol echoed in the air. Laughter mixed with the fragrance of sweets and the earthy scent of wet gulal, making the entire atmosphere intoxicatingly festive.
At the Pratap mansion, preparations were in full swing. Kumud stood on the balcony, watching the household staff arrange large trays of colors and buckets of water balloons in the garden below. A soft smile played on her lips as nostalgia washed over her. Back home, she would always be the first to wake up, sneaking into her family members' rooms to smear color on their faces before they could even open their eyes. Then, she'd hide in her room, giggling as they searched for her in vain.
She sighed. This was her first Holi after marriage. A different home, different people, and yet, she felt a strange excitement bubbling within her.
She turned around and found her husband waking up. She bit her lower lip to suppress her laughter seeing his face smeared with red colour. She was thankful because his eyes were only half opened. She watched him keenly as he made his way to the bathroom.
She took a breath of relief and tip-toed her way out of the bedroom. Was Akshat the only target of her? Of Course not. She did not wake up at 4:00 AM just for one reaction.
She reached the living room and servants greeted her. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes and she realised that it was finally the time of blast!
At the countdown of 10, mixed voices came from all the family members.
" KUMUD!"
She startled and covered her ears, hearing the first voice of her husband which was filled with frustration. He came running out of their bedroom and stared at her from upstairs. All the servants parted their mouths in shock seeing their master's face all red with colour.
" What did you-"
Akshat was not able to complete his sentence when Abheer's loud voice interrupted him.
" BHABHI!"
Abheer too came out of his bedroom, with yellow colour all over his face. How does he know that Kumud coloured him? Because, she left proof of her mischief by placing a note of her name on his nightstand. Not only him, she has done the same with the rest of the family members as well.
" How can you colour me first?"
Abheer huffed angrily and Kumud chuckled. Abheer turned his anguish gaze to Akshat standing beside him and blinked before bursting into laughter. Akshat rolled his eyes.
Kumud pressed her lips together, struggling to contain her laughter as she watched her masterpiece unfold. One by one, every family member emerged from their rooms, their faces smeared with different shades of color- bright pink on Amrita, yellow on Abheer, green on Akhil, and a mix of blue and red on the rest.
