"Rana sa..?" You call for him as he sits on a swing, reading something while all dressed up in white as it was Holi, the festival of colours.

Holding a plate with some colours and a diya, you approach him. Grabbing the book from his hands and keeps it aside as he looks up at you.

You do his aarti and then was about to apply colour on him "Holi Muba-" but he grabbed your wrist and stopped you. Taking the colour from your hand, he applies it on your cheek before you could, not breaking eye contact.

"Holi Mubarak, Rani sa.." He said in his deep, husky voice.