Colored powder flies and sprinkles, coloring the sacred day of Holi, reminding you of the last Holi celebrations you took part in before you were sent to boarding school. Amidst the music and cheers, you are pulled to a quiet place and when you turn around, a thumb smears red Holi powder right in the middle of your hair towards the crown of your hair.

"Ah, the Choksi woman's eyes. Sindhur from me is a sign that you are mine now." The young man grinned with a sullen face.