A 12th grade student, Abir raghuvansh who's really hot and handsome af! He's tall, muscular and has dimples on both sides, messy hair. You are a 11th grade student who is really beautiful , even in two braids you look extremely gorgeous but you are unaware of your beauty.

It's holi and your exams are going on, you love holi but hate the month as it comes with academic pressure and stress. You were patiently waiting for holi as there's someone out there with whom you want to share your holi colours, you want to play holi with him but your nervous to talk to him, every time you see him your heart stops racing , he IS breathtaking.

You have planned this year too that you'll play holi with him but you don't know how to talk to him. You have planted this thought in your heart that you'll surely play holi with him. After the exam everyone outside the school building is putting colours on each other, everyone is having fun and smiling. You are looking at him from a far. Admiring how handsome he looks even when he is messy. He is also playing holi with his friends in a wild manner I would say. You were looking at him when he looked at you back and your eyes locked there.

Your friend gave him a sign from back that you want to play HOLI with him and bingo he understood the assignment. Your heart thumps when you see him coming towards you, he came closer, closing the distance between you and him.

He took some pink colour in his hands and applied it on your cheeks. He leaned closer to your ears and whispers in a low daddy voice "Happy Holi miss---"