Siva - Gayatri Raj

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31. Holi Celebrations

Part 1

Days passed by uneventfully until the holi festival. This is one occasion when some males tend to take liberties with their female crushes; particularly other's wives by hugging them in the pretext of  applying colors on their cheeks, head, neck etc. A few adventurous persons go beyond that too.

The night before Holi, everything seemed to be falling into place for the celebrations. Siva and Gayatri had planned a small party, and despite Gayatri’s inner turmoil about Raj’s presence, she had resigned herself to it. However, just as she thought the day would go as planned, Siva received a call from his office.

He was pacing around the living room, phone pressed to 

his ear, while Gayatri watched with growing concern. From the fragments of his conversation, it became clear that 

something urgent had come up at work.

Siva hung up the phone and turned to Gayatri with an apologetic look. "I’m so sorry, Gayatri. I’ve got to leave tomorrow morning for a three-day office tour. Something's come up in the project, and I have no choice."

Gayatri's heart sank, both relieved and nervous about being alone on Holi. "What? Tomorrow? But it's Holi!" she said, trying to hide her rising anxiety.

Siva: "I know, I know! Believe me, I hate missing the celebrations too, but this is important."

He sighed and then, as if suddenly remembering, pulled out his phone and dialed Raj.

Siva (on phone): "Hey, Raj! You won’t believe this, but I’ve been called away on an office tour. Last-minute thing. I have to leave tomorrow for three days. Can you believe the timing?"

Gayatri watched as Siva paced around, listening to Raj on the other end.

Siva (grinning): "Yeah, it sucks, I know. But listen, since I won’t be here, you’ve got to do me a favor."

Raj (on phone): "What’s that, Bhayya?"

Siva: "I need you to come by and wish Gayatri a happy Holi. You know how it is. Can’t leave her alone at a festival like this, right?"

On the other end, Raj hesitated, and Gayatri, standing nearby, tensed. She hadn’t expected Siva to involve Raj in this way.

Raj (on phone): "Bhayya, I was thinking I might not come this year. With you not there and work piling up, it might be better for me to skip the celebrations."

Siva frowned, stopping in his tracks.

Siva: "What do you mean skip it? Come on, Raj. It’s just a few hours. And besides, you know Gayatri will feel weird celebrating alone without me. You can at least drop by, wish her, and make sure she’s okay."

His tone was insistent, not giving Raj much room to back out.

Raj (hesitating): "I don’t know, Bhayya. It feels a little awkward with you not around. Maybe I’ll just—"

Siva (cutting him off): "Oh, come on! Are you really going to leave your bhabhi alone on Holi? What will people say? Besides, Holi is always better with friends, and Gayatri will be bored without company. You know how much she loves the festival. Do me this favor, yaar."

Gayatri’s pulse quickened as she listened to Siva's insistence. Her mind raced with the thought of Raj being there without Siva. She didn’t know how to feel—part of her wanted Raj to refuse, while another part feared how it would look if he didn’t show up.

Raj (sighing, on phone): "Okay, Bhayya. For you, I’ll stop by for a bit. But only because you insist."

Siva (grinning): "That’s the spirit, Raj! I knew I could count on you. Just drop by for a while, wish her, and maybe throw some color on her to make it festive."

He laughed, oblivious to the tension brewing in Gayatri’s mind.

Raj (laughing nervously): "Alright, alright. I’ll come. Don’t worry about anything."

Siva hung up the phone, turning to Gayatri with a satisfied smile. "See? Raj will take care of everything while I’m away."

Gayatri forced a smile, her heart sinking deeper. The thought of Raj coming over while Siva was gone made her stomach twist, but there was no way out now. She had no choice but to face the situation—and her conflicting feelings—head-on.

It was around 10 am, and the festive atmosphere of Holi was in full swing outside. Laughter, vibrant colors, and the joyful chatter of men, women, and children filled the apartment complex’s function hall. The lively music of children performing impromptu songs and dances echoed through the building, as groups of neighbors passed out sweets and snacks, adding to the warmth of the occasion.

Inside the house, however, it was quiet. Gayatri was still getting ready, her heart racing as she applied the finishing touches to her saree. She could hear the sounds of Holi celebrations outside, but her thoughts were elsewhere, torn between the festival and the conversation she dreaded having with Raj. She tried to focus, but her mind kept drifting back to the tension building between them.

As she adjusted her saree and took a deep breath, there was a sudden knock at the door. Gayatri’s heart skipped a beat. She knew who it was before she even opened it. Hesitating for a moment, she smoothed her saree one last time and walked slowly to the door, her hand lingering on the doorknob before turning it.

When the door swung open, Raj stood there, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw her. The silence between them was heavy, almost suffocating. Gayatri was breathtaking in her colorful saree, her hair falling gracefully over her shoulders, her skin glowing with the soft light from the doorway. The brightness of the saree contrasted sharply with the storm of emotions Raj was feeling inside.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Gayatri stood there, her hand resting lightly on the door, her heart pounding with a mix of unease and something unspoken. Raj’s breath hitched as he took in her appearance, his mind swirling with thoughts he knew he shouldn’t have. His eyes lingered on her longer than they should have—on the soft curve of her waist, the delicate dbang of her saree, the way the colors seemed to cling to her skin.

Raj (internally): "God, she’s stunning... more beautiful than I remembered. How am I supposed to act normal when she looks like this?"

His mind swirled with temptation, vivid and inappropriate thoughts flashing through his mind. He felt a flush rise to his face, quickly forcing himself to speak before the silence grew any more uncomfortable.

Raj (with forced casualness): "Happy Holi, Bhabhi. I hope this Holi brings various colors into your life and makes it even more colorful and blissful."

His voice, despite his effort, betrayed a hint of the emotions he was trying to suppress.

Gayatri, sensing the slight tension, offered a hesitant smile, trying to ignore the undercurrent of something unspoken between them. She could feel Raj’s gaze lingering on her, and it made her pulse quicken with a mix of anxiety and something she didn’t want to admit.

Gayatri (quietly): "Thanks, Raj. Wishing you the same."

Her voice was soft, almost shaky, and she quickly looked away, hoping to break the moment.

Raj, however, wasn’t ready to let the moment slip away so easily. He smirked, trying to lighten the tension, though his words were laced with meaning.

Raj (teasing): "Bhabhi, if you bless me, your wishes will come true. After all, you’re the one who can make my life colorful."

The air grew thick with the weight of the statement. Gayatri stiffened, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tried to maintain her composure. She felt the intensity of his words, the way they seemed to carry something more beneath the surface—something she had been trying to avoid.

She forced a light laugh, deflecting the conversation as best she could.

Gayatri: "Get married this year, Raj. That’s how your life will become colorful."

Her tone was playful, but there was a clear edge of hesitation in her voice. She was trying to keep the conversation light, but she could feel the weight of Raj’s eyes on her, the tension building between them again.

Raj (internally): "Married? She has no idea... it’s her that I... No. Stop. Focus. She’s Bhayya’s wife..."

The silence stretched again, thick with unresolved tension. Gayatri shifted uncomfortably, stepping back slightly as if trying to put some physical distance between them. Raj noticed, but instead of backing away, he let his gaze linger one last time, his mind battling with the thoughts he knew he shouldn’t entertain.

Finally, Gayatri broke the silence with a quiet but firm voice.

She said “Raj, take a seat, let me bring you a drink” and went to the kitchen. While she was preparing the drink, he could see her from one side of her saree from the hall. The folds on her waist made her more erotic. Again he was getting lost in her beauty even after multiple warnings from her. He couldn't help himself without touching her. But he was aware he couldn't use any force on her. 

As Gayatri returned from the kitchen with drinks and snacks, she placed them on the dining table, trying to keep things light between her and Raj. It had been weeks since they last spent time like this, and she could feel the tension lingering in the air. Raj, on the other hand, noticed her usual warmth was back, but there was still something unspoken between them.

Raj: "Bhabhi, it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. Have I done something wrong?"

Gayatri looked at him with a gentle smile, shaking her head. "No, Raj, nothing like that. Life has just been... busy with Chintu and everything else."

Raj, half-teasing but with a touch of concern: "Busy? It didn’t seem that way before. You always had time to talk or send a message. I thought maybe I upset you."

Gayatri let out a soft laugh, hoping to make light of the situation. "No, Raj, don’t worry. I just needed to take a step back and focus on things at home."

Raj: "Hmm... but I missed our chats, Bhabhi. You know, the house doesn’t feel the same without your smile filling it."

Gayatri smiled, but this time it reached her eyes. "You missed my smile? Raj, you’re too much."

Raj leaned forward slightly, his tone becoming softer, more sincere. "I did, Bhabhi. Your smile brightens up everything. Without it, something felt off. Even Siva must’ve noticed."

Gayatri felt her cheeks warming, and though she kept her expression calm, she could feel a faint blush rising. She laughed lightly, trying to dismiss her own reaction. "Raj, you always know how to say such sweet things. No wonder everyone likes you."

Raj’s grin widened, seeing her reaction. "I’m not just saying it, Bhabhi. You’re special. Not just to Siva and Chintu, but to me too."

Gayatri’s smile faltered for a moment, the warmth of his words making her feel both flattered and cautious. She shifted slightly in her seat, her heart fluttering unexpectedly. "Raj, you shouldn’t say things like that... People might misunderstand."

Raj, still looking at her with a soft intensity: "Misunderstand what? That you make everyone around you feel special? That you’re the kind of person who makes life better just by being there?"

Gayatri’s heart raced, her pulse quickening. She knew his words were affectionate, maybe even innocent, but the way he said them made her feel a sense of closeness she wasn’t prepared for. She lowered her gaze, trying to compose herself. "You’re too kind, Raj. I’m just doing my part, that’s all."

Raj smiled, his tone playful again, but with that same tenderness beneath it. "No, Bhabhi. You’re much more than that. I noticed the difference when you were quiet... the house felt empty, like something important was missing."

Gayatri felt the warmth of a blush creeping up her neck, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't stop herself from smiling. "You’ve always had a way with words, Raj," she said softly, her heart fluttering as she tried to control her emotions. "But you're exaggerating."

Raj, now emboldened by her softened expression: "No exaggeration, Bhabhi. You have this effect... you light up the place. And, I think you know it."

Gayatri blushed deeper, feeling the weight of his compliment. She tried to laugh it off, her voice quieter now. "Raj, stop. You’ll make me shy."

Raj chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a playful grin. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen you shy, Bhabhi. But if that’s what it takes to see you blush... well, I guess I’ll keep saying what’s on my mind."

Gayatri’s blush deepened, and she tried to mask it by taking a sip of her drink, but her smile betrayed her. "I’ll be careful around you from now on, then," she said with a teasing glint in her eyes. "You seem to enjoy making me uncomfortable."

Raj, with a playful smirk: "Not uncomfortable, Bhabhi. Just happy. Seeing you smile like this... it’s been worth the wait."

Gayatri’s heart skipped a beat, and though she tried to remain calm, she could feel the growing warmth between them. She quickly stood up, trying to break the moment. "Let me check on Chintu," she said, her voice slightly unsteady.

As she walked away, she could still feel Raj’s gaze on her, his words lingering in her mind. Her heart raced, and she found herself smiling, though she didn’t want to admit it.

When she returned, Raj was still sitting there, looking more relaxed but clearly pleased with how the conversation had gone.

Gayatri, in an attempt to keep things light, sat down and said, "You always know how to twist a conversation, Raj.” 

Raj smiled, sensing the slight shift in her tone but knowing she wasn’t upset. "I know, Bhabhi. But it’s been good talking to you like this again. I missed it more than I thought."

Gayatri’s blush remained, but she was more at ease now, the tension between them softening. 

As they continued to talk, the air between them felt lighter. Gayatri was back to her usual self, her warmth and charm filling the space again. But every now and then, as their conversation flowed, she couldn’t help but feel that faint blush return, especially when Raj’s compliments landed just a little too close to her heart.

Actually Gayatri had dressed up in a stunning golden yellow  saree, looking absolutely radiant that day. The rich fabric shimmered as she moved, the color bringing out the warmth of her complexion and enhancing her natural beauty. 

Raj spotted a digital camera that he used in the House Warming function. He thought he would take snaps of Gayatri. He reached the kitchen and there Gayatri was adjusting the pleats of her saree. He smiled and approached her, holding his camera with excitement.

Raj: "Bhabhi, you look amazing today! Can I take some pictures? You’re glowing in that saree, and it would be a shame not to capture it."

Gayatri smiled at his enthusiasm but teased him gently. "Raj, are you sure? The last time you took photos at the housewarming, I remember some of them being... a little too artistic," she said, playfully raising an eyebrow. "Especially that side photo you took. You were definitely trying something fancy."

Raj laughed, scratching his head. "Ah, come on, Bhabhi! You looked so good, I couldn’t help but try for the perfect shot. But this time, I promise I’ll be on my best behavior!"

Gayatri blushed slightly, remembering the specific photo he had taken from the side, where the shape of her assets had been a little more revealed than expected. Still, she trusted Raj’s intentions and gave in with a small smile.

"Alright, alright. But no funny angles this time," she said with a playful warning.

Raj grinned, already adjusting his camera. "Deal! Now stand right here, Bhabhi. This light is perfect."

He directed Gayatri to stand near the window, where the natural light streamed in softly, casting a beautiful glow on her golden saree.

Raj: "Let’s start with a front view, Bhabhi. Just look straight at the camera... perfect!"

As he clicked a few shots, Gayatri smiled, feeling more comfortable. The camera clicked several times, capturing her poised and graceful stance. Raj couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly beautiful she looked, the way the saree hugged her figure, making her look every bit as elegant as she felt.

Raj: "Beautiful, Bhabhi! Now, let’s try a side view. Just turn slightly... Yes, like that!"

Gayatri turned slightly, and Raj focused the camera again, this time capturing the soft curve of her waist and the pleats of her saree dbanging delicately over her shoulder.

Raj: "You look stunning, Bhabhi. I’m telling you, this saree was made for you."

Gayatri laughed softly, still a little shy from the attention, but she was enjoying the moment. "You’re just flattering me, Raj."

Raj shook his head, smiling as he adjusted the angle once more. "Not at all! You’re a natural in front of the camera."

He clicked a few more shots, then stepped back to review them on the camera screen. Gayatri walked over, curious to see how the photos had turned out. They stood close as they scrolled through the images.

Raj: "Look at this one, Bhabhi. The way the light hits your face... it’s perfect."

Gayatri smiled as they reviewed the photos together, feeling a sense of pride in how the pictures turned out. But as they kept scrolling, Raj continued praising her beauty, his voice growing softer with each word.

Raj: "This one... you look like a queen here. And here, see how the saree falls just right on your waist? It’s beautiful, Bhabhi. You have such grace."

Gayatri blushed, feeling her heartbeat a little faster. "You’re saying too much, Raj. You’re making me shy again."

Raj, his voice still gentle: "I’m just saying what I see. You’re glowing today, more than usual. It’s really hard not to admire you."

As they continued reviewing the photos, both of them were growing a little more aware of the closeness between them, the compliments adding a quiet tension in the air. Finally, they reached the last photo, one where the angle had revealed a glimpse of Gayatri’s navel as she adjusted her saree.

For a brief moment, both of them paused, staring at the image. Gayatri’s cheeks flushed a deep red as she quickly closed the camera, feeling embarrassed.

Gayatri: "Raj!" she exclaimed, her voice flustered. "You and your photos...!"

Raj chuckled softly, knowing she was feeling shy but not wanting to push her any further. "I didn’t mean to this time, Bhabhi. But... I guess that’s what makes you even more beautiful."

Gayatri, still blushing, shook her head and quickly stood up, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Enough, Raj. No more photos!" she said with a smile, though her heart was still racing slightly.

Raj smiled warmly, watching her leave the room. "Alright, alright. No more. But you have to admit, you look amazing today."

Gayatri, laughing lightly but still flustered, disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Raj smiling to himself, happy with the moment they had shared.

After sometime Raj called out to Gayatri from the hall, his voice filled with excitement.

Raj: "Bhabhi, come on! It’s Holi! Let’s celebrate properly!"

Gayatri walked in, her light yellow saree shimmering under the soft light. She glanced at the small packets of color Raj was holding and immediately protested.

Gayatri: (half laughing, half pleading): "Raj, please... It’s a new and costly saree. Don’t apply any colors on it!"

Raj grinned mischievously, his eyes twinkling as he waved off her concerns. He wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

Raj: "Arrey, it’s Holi, Bhabhi! How can we not play with colors? Don't mind, it’s all in the spirit of the festival!"

Despite her protests, Raj had already opened the packet of bright pink powder from his bag, a playful smile spreading across his face as he took a step closer.

Gayatri: (stepping back slightly): "Raj, no, seriously! This saree is special. I’ll kill you if you ruin it!"

But Raj, his energy high and his enthusiasm infectious, didn’t listen. He gently moved closer, holding the color in his hands, ready to apply it with as much playfulness as tradition demanded.

Raj (teasing): "One small touch, Bhabhi! Just a little bit of color, I promise!"

Before she could respond, he had already smeared a streak of color on her cheek, laughing as her eyes widened in mock frustration.

As Gayatri began to move away from Raj, her laughter filling the air, he dropped the color packet on the table, deciding to change his strategy. If she wasn’t going to let him apply the colors willingly, he would have to catch her first. With a playful grin, he gave chase as she darted around the house—through the kitchen, into the hall, even into Chintu’s room. Gayatri’s soft laughter echoed in every corner, mixing with the excitement of the moment.

She moved with grace and speed, dodging him at every turn, her saree flowing as she danced out of his reach. Raj slowed down intentionally, enjoying the sight of her joy, the way her eyes sparkled as she cleverly evaded him. Her movements, light and fluid, revealed new angles of her beauty. Each glimpse—the curve of her waist, the flicker of her anklet, the playful way her hair swayed—only deepened the feeling within him. For Raj this wasn’t just a game of Holi; it was a moment of chasing his dream woman.

As they moved from room to room, the house became their playful battleground. Gayatri was quick and nimble, laughing with every step, while Raj kept up with her, deliberately pacing himself to let her enjoy the chase. The whole scene had a romantic air, each moment more intoxicating for him than the last.

But then, as Gayatri rushed toward the master bedroom, Raj decided it was time. He summoned all his energy and sprinted after her, closing the distance between them. Just as she was about to enter the room, Raj made his move. His hand shot forward, and he grabbed her pallu with a firm yet gentle tug.

The sudden pull caused the delicate fabric to slip from her shoulder, the soft silk catching in Raj’s fingers. Gayatri froze in surprise, her breath catching in her throat as she turned back to see him standing there, holding the edge of her saree. The loose pallu dangled from his hand, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to slow down.

Their eyes met, and the playful chase gave way to a quiet intensity. Raj’s heart pounded, not from the run but from the proximity, from the way her saree slipped slightly, revealing the softness of her skin. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, as if the entire day had been building to this very moment.

As Gayatri stopped abruptly, her breath came in shallow, rapid gasps, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with the exhilaration of the chase. The room fell into a thick silence, broken only by their panting. Raj stood frozen, his fingers still clutching her pallu, eyes tracing the graceful contours of her form. The saree had loosened, revealing more than she’d intended—her deep, round navel and the smooth curve of her waist, the swell of her boobs framed by her blouse. The soft line of her cleavage created a stunning contrast against the fabric, and in the dim light of the room, she looked ethereal.

Raj’s gaze lingered on her, his admiration deepening with every passing second. The playful spirit of the Holi chase had given way to something far more intimate, something unspoken that hung in the air between them. His eyes, filled with reverence and a longing he could barely contain, locked onto hers, as if in that moment, the world had ceased to exist. She was no longer just Gayatri, Siva’s wife or his friend’s companion—she was a vision of perfect beauty, standing before him like a work of art, both delicate and powerful.

Feeling the intensity of his stare, Gayatri instinctively raised her hands to cover her chest, shielding herself from the vulnerability of the moment. Her cheeks, already flushed from the running, deepened with the sudden realization of their closeness. Her heart raced not just from the exertion but from the weight of his gaze, the depth of the connection that seemed to form between them without a single word spoken.

Their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, there was a profound understanding—an acknowledgment of the unspoken emotions swirling between them. The playful dance they’d been engaged in had transformed into something far more complex, something filled with desire, but also with restraint. Raj stood rooted to the spot, his hand still holding the fabric of her pallu, as if it were a fragile thread connecting their two worlds.

Finally, Gayatri broke the silence, her voice soft, breathless, carrying a note of caution that trembled with the weight of the moment.

Gayatri: "Raj... give me my saree."