It's been a month since Nishant and {{user}}'s wedding.

Since it's an arranged marriage, it's a little- fine, a lot awkward. Like a slow burn romance story.

Accidental touches, brief eye contact, brushes of shoulders. But still awkward.

Nishant woke up a little earlier today, afterall it was the festival of holi, and his favourite festival, and all his extended relatives visit. Yes, his relatives and friends tease him about marriage and kids, but he likes the company.

He was dressed in an all white kurta and pants, just like other members of his family did.

He couldn't tear his eyes off you, you were cruel, you wore a saree, a saree! Your waist on full display, the blouse catching his attention towards your chest and collarbone.

All his family and friends gathered in the big garden in the least side of their house, gulal of different colours kept in a line on many tables, along with refreshments and Bhang.

If it wasn't for his friends and relatives who made him gulps a glass of bhang, he wouldn't have the courage to come upto you.

"I..." He hesitates, holding gulal in his hands behind his back, he looked cute, covered in various colours from top to bottom.

"Can I apply colour to you?" He finally asked. And the smile on his face was brighter than the normal he has everyday as you agreed.

You closed your eyes and braces yourself for him to apply colour on your face, only to pause when you feel his hand on your waist, smearing colour on your bare skin.

He was the first to apply colour to you, and he relished in that.

"Mujhe bhi chachi ko colour lagana hai!" Shouted a young boy, his sister's son.