Hey guys! It's me Blair! How are you all? I hope that you all are fine abd doin well. Thank you everyone for reviewing on the last chapter of A Drop Of Love… I am really happy with the response that I have got…
Guys I have learnt from a source that in yesterday's episode (March 7th, 2015) DaReya was seen dancing… Do watch… I don't know if its true but give it a try... watch it on Youtube… if you can…
But again I would like to say that I'm not forcing anybody to watch or not to watch.
I'm back with a Holi OS as per my promise… So why wait?! Let's begin….
In this OS DaReya have already confessed their love to each other…
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Colors Of Love
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It was a Friday morning, or perhaps too early to say morning. It was the festival of colors. The day, on which everyone fills their life with colors, forget their pains and sorrows and start their life with a new zeal and enthusiasm. Except for one…She had never experienced it…
The cool breeze was blowing; the waves were splashing on the shores. The church bells were ringing. The birds were chirping. But unfortunately, not much people were able to enjoy this scene. Only a few were, including her…
She was standing on the balcony of her house; she was carrying a coffee mug in her hand and feeling the fresh air against her face. She was looking at the sky. She was completely engrossed in her thoughts.
FLASHBACK…
It was a bright Tuesday morning in CID bureau. All were talking in groups because no case was reported till yet and all the file work was complete.
The main reason for this chatting was that ACP sir was still not there as well as the festive season, the criminals also thought that it was not a good time to disturb the CID team and so they postponed their murders or whatever crimes they wanted to do.
Suddenly, ACP sir entered with Dr. Salukhe and Dr. Tarika. All wished them. But they quite surprised on seeing the 2 forensic doctors in the bureau.
ACP – accha, sab suno
His voice was enough to grab everyone's attention. In no time, a huge crowd was gathered in front of ACP Sir.
ACP – tum sab log toh jaante hi hoge ki friday ko holi hai…
All nodded
ACP – toh salukhe aur maine decide kiya hai ki iss baar hum holi Mumbai mei nahi maanayege…
Abhijit – Sir phir kaha manaenge?
ACP –abhijit, hum log holi Vrindavan mei manaege… Naam toh sunna hi hoga…?
All nodded
Purvi – haan sir… maine suuna hai waha par bohot hi mast holi kheli jaati hai
Tarika – haan sir… aur who log paani ka zyada istmaal bhi nahi karte
Salukhe –tarika, tabhi toh waha jaane ka soocha hai…
Pankaj – sir… waha par meri maami rehti hai… woh to kya Gujiya banati hai… sir aap log bhi khaana… ek baar khao get oh aapni uungliya chatte reh jaoge…
Freddy – accha, toh hume bhi khilana na…
Pankaj—zaroor sir… zaroor…
Shreya – sir… mai nahi aa sakti…
ACP [shocked] – Par kyu shreya?
Shreya – sir… woh mujhe kuch kaam hai
Purvi –shreya kaam toh baad n=mei bhi ho jayega… holi saal mei ek hi baar aati hai…
Shreya – Nahi yaar purvi… zaroori kaam hai…
ACP – hmm… accha theek hai… agar maan ho to aajana… theek hai?
Shreya – okay sir…
ACP – toh sabhi holi se ek din pehle yaha par aayege… hum log yaha se Vrindavan jaayege…
All nodded
FLASHBACK OVER…
Shreya was thinking, Kitna accha hota hai na, ye holi ka tyohar… ye rango ka tyohar… kitna accha hota hai na… Kaash… mai bh iss tyohar ko mana pati… Kaash mei bhi un sab ke saath jaa pati… par nahi… Log iss din apki zindagi mei rang bharte hai… Aur mai… kuch nahi… aakhir kyu? kyu? kyu? '
Circumstances had made her tough outside, but she was really soft hearted and emotional from inside… A tear escaped from her eyes… Although, she had always been successful to hide her tears in front of everyone, she was unable to do so in front of him…
Suddenly, she heard his footsteps. She smiled but was surprised. Why was he here…? He should have been at Vrindavan with the CID team… She turned her head towards the door behind her, and saw the love of her life… He was standing there with a smile on his face…
Shreya asked, "Aap nahi gaye… sir ke saath?
"tumhe chod kar jaane ka maan nahi tha… toh sir ko mana kar diya…" he replied casually
He was hiding his left wrist behind him. She noticed it.
"Wo kya hai tumhare haath mei?" She asked while keeping her coffee mug on the nearby table…
"Main nhi batuga…" He replied naughtily
"Please Daya…" She said pleadingly…
"No, No aaj nahi batuga…" Daya replied with a smirk
"Please batayaye na… Kya hai aapke haath mei?" She said
"No, no…" he said
And before she could say anything, he brought his left hand in front of her face and in no time, her face was colored with pink colored gulal.
He smiled and said, "Happy Holi!"
She coughed and managed to say, "Daya, ye…" And she coughed again
She was continuously coughing. He thought that she was just coughing again and again just for the sake of fun and to irritate him.
"Shreya, aaj tumhe jitna bhi irritate ya overact karna hai, karlo… Kyuki aaj mai irritate nahi honga…" He said and crossed his arms.
But she didn't stop coughing and a few tears also came in her eyes. Now Daya realized that he had surely done something wrong by putting the gulal on her face.
He held her by her shoulder and asked, "Shreya… Shreya… tumhe kye hua? Theek toh ho na?"
She replied while coughing, "Daya… mai…"
He thought that something was wrong with her so he took her inside and made her sit on the bed. He went in the kitchen and brought a glass of water.
She gulped the water in a go. But her condition was getting from bad to worse. He was not getting what was happening with her.
She somehow pointed towards a corner where an inhaler as well as a towel was kept. She pointed towards that place with two of her fingers, so daya knew exactly what she wanted. He rushed towards that place and brought the inhaler and the towel and gave it to shreya.
She completely wiped off the gulal from her face and inhaled from the inhaler. She opened her eyes wide and looked down.
After sometime, when she was normal Daya kept his hand on her shoulder. Due to this, she looked at him. She was breathing heavily. He caressed her hair.
When she was a bit relaxed, Daya asked, "Shreya, tum theek toh ho na? Abhi abhi tumhe kya hua tha?"
"Daya mai… I'm sorry…" she replied while controlling her tears.
"Shreya… please… aise mat bolo… please mujhe batao ki abhi abhi tumhe kye hua?" Daya said
"daya wo… mujhe… inn colors se… allergy hai…"
"Kya!" he in a shocked voice.
"Haan daya… mai rango ke tyohaar mei rang hi nahi istmal kar sakti…"
"tumne ye baat kisi ko kyu nahi batayi?"
"Kyuki mai nahi chahti ki aap sab log apni Holi na maanapaye… meri wajah se… I'm sorry…?"
"Shreya…" he said while her cupped her face with his hands, "Holi ka matlab sirf rang lagana nahi hota hai…"
She looked at him with a confused face and said, "Matlab?!"
He smiled and said, "Holi ka matlab hota hai… Ki aapas ki sarri uunch neech ko bhula kar ek nayi shuruwat kare… yaani aapse sarrea jhagre bhulakar ek naye sirre se shuruwat kare"
"sacchi?" she asked like a child
"haan" he replied, "Aur tum janti ho ki holi ke din rang kyu lagate hai?"
"nahi…" she replied innocently
"Wo issliye rang lagate hai taki holi ke rango mei rang kar…. sab log ekk jaise lagge aur sabhi equal ho…"
Her eyes were wide opened. Although, she knew all these things, she wanted to hear it from Daya…
She smiled and gave him a tight hug… and whispered, "Thank you daya…"
Then they enjoyed the whole day with each other's company.
IN THE AFTERNOON
AT 3:00 P.M.
Daya asked in a naughty mood, "Waise shreya, aaj mere favourite Gujiya nhi khilogi?"
Shreya said, "Accha, toh aap ye khaane ke liye aaye hai? Huh!?"
"kyu tumne banaya nahi hai?" he said while he lifted her chin up…
"Abhi toh nhi banaya…" she smirked
"kya shreya…" he said and made a sad face
"par sooch rahi hoon abhi bana doon…" she said and folded her arms…
"Toh shubh kaam mei deer kaise?" he said with a smile…
"lekin ek problem hai…"
"kya" he asked
"kishmish (raisins) aur maida (flour) nahi hai…"
"To market se lee aao…"
"aap nahi chalege?" she asked
"Nahi… actually na mai bohot thak gaya hoon…" he said while he lay on the bed.
Shreya crossed her arms and said, "Aisa konsa kaam kiya hai aapne jo itna thank gaye…"
He pulled her on the bed and said, " Ab tak to nahi kiya… tum bolo toh ab kardu…?"
"Uski koi zaroot nahi hai senior inspector daya…" Shreya said while trying to free herself but she was unable to do so…
But he brought her more close to himself and cupped her face. She smiled and broke into a loonngg kiss. They separated and daya kissed on her neck. She unwillingly drew herself out of the kiss… and somehow managed to escape…
"Shayad ab mujhe chalna chahiye…" she said and vanished in no time…
Daya shook his head
AFTER AN HOUR
AT AROUND 4:15 P.M.
Shreya entered the house with a small bag, carrying raisins and flour.
"Sorry daya, mai late ho gayi… woh kya haina, aaj holi hai na toh almost sari shops band padi thi… Bohot durr jake ek supermarket milli, waha se hi laayi hoon…" She was too busy in keeping the things on the side table that she didn't notice that daya was there.
"daya! kah chale gaye ye?!" she said to herself.
She heard a basket or something like that falling down. So she was pretty sure that daya was on the terrace.
She went there and as soon as she opened the door of the terrace, a handful of pink colored flowers fell on her face. While one of them got stuck in her hair, the rest fell on her shirt.
She looked around only to find that the terrace was full of colored flowers, from blue to yellow to green. The list was endless. She looked at daya carrying a red rose in his hands. They both smiled while looking at each other. She came near him. He gave her the red rose. They were lost in each other.
Shreya was the c
1st one to come out of the eye-lock.
She asked, "Daya, ye sab…"
He kept his finger on her lips, "Shh… Kuch mat bolo… tumhe holi ke gulal se allergy hai na? Inn khoobsurat foolo (flowers) se toh nahi? Toh maine soocha ki kyu na iss baar ki holi tumhare liye thodi interesting kar du… Kaisa laga surprise?"
She had no words to say…. Indeed she was speechless… Only tears came in her eyes… But these were the tears of happiness…
She just hugged him tightly… They separated and daya took a handful of orange colored flowers and sprinkled on her from the top.
She smiled
"jaanti ho tumhari isse smile ko dekhne ke liye maine ye sab kiya…." He said and cupped her face.
She smiled back naughtily and took a handful of blue colored flowers and dashed on his face… And ran from there…
"Shreya ki bacchi! aaj nhi choduga tujhe…!" he said and ran behind her with a handful of purple colored flowers in his hands…
With this, they spent their Holi in a special way. No gulal, no water just love…
Truly, their love had innumerable bright colors which were enough to fill their life with brightness…
They didn't need to wait for any festival like Holi to celebrate their togetherness…
Ok, I have got no idea how this one was… Please all of you who have read it… plzz review…
Quote of the day – Don't watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going – Sam Levenson
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Signing off
Yours
Blair…