Chapter 7
Red
He had never been bothered.
He had reasoned with himself, that he had gotten so used to seeing that color around him, that it had stopped bothering him.
The blood, that he would encounter every other day, had made him immune. Immune to the color... Until he had done the inexplicable torture of marrying the dominatrix.
Dominatrix, a word nobody in their sane mind would actually associate on the chit of a girl... But he doubted he was sane anymore. The wretched thread, mangalsutra only in name and nothing more, had been giving him such a parched throat that even his harshest of training in the deserts hadn't given.
That mouli ka dhaaga, on her neck, would exude power over him, completely incomprehensible. He would be pulled towards her, watching the red thread cling to her neck, wanting to cling to her for his life.
The red sindoor in the partition of her hair. It was amazing what a red streak of sindoor could do to your existence.
For him, it held the power to rattle his soul.
It bound him involuntarily in ties that he himself was mystified of.
Strange, how he never thought this way before he saw her wearing his sindoor.
All the red on her, drew him in with a force so great, he felt his entire existence would dissipate if he didn't beckon to her call.
He was being crushed under the weight of this thunderous force... Yet, he still answered every time the red summoned.
Comments (44)
" Some fires were worth burning in. "The whole series was really good but even if you wrote just this line, it was worth taking time and read it again and again!M
9 years ago
To say that you did a great job would be like giving you a 10 on 10 when you actually deserve a 20 on 10. Awesome. .. so much said in so less words...
10 years ago
Lovely😉
10 years ago
nice😛
10 years ago
👏👏
10 years ago
You have no idea how tightly I am hugging the screen just seeing you comment. I HAVE MISSED YOU.
10 years ago
I'm finally here! Sorry for reading so late!Its so nice coming back to your stories. Even though I haven't gotten around to properly watching Rangrasiya I have an idea about the show in bits and pieces and I loved this drabble. My favourite was Grey. Even tough grey is usually associated with dullness or with the grey shades of humans like you mentioned in the drabble, yet it was the sweetest of all the colors. And I just loved that contrast. It was the only one that made me smile ^_^ With red I had anticipated you'd write something passionate, like usual. But I guess you don't do usual. It was passionate but on a completely different level and I liked that about it.Same goes for Indigo and for the rest. The best part about this series was the depiction of colors. It was age old and yet completely new!Like all the rest of your writings, this one rocked too!!
10 years ago
Firstly, kaan pakadke sorry for reading this so late. I know I'm a bad dost. Sowwy !GREEN I've always wanted to see into Laila's head and this was a great view. I don't like her but I can't help admire the fire in her. Green definitely suits her. LolBLUE Such a calming and soothing color, but I could still feel Rudra's desperation through it. Lovely! ORANGEThis one brought a smile to my face. The color was portraying fire but the feeling was of love. Beautiful! YELLOWThe way you compared Rudra to the sun was fantastic. And what made it even better was how Paro blossomed because of that sun. GREYAdorable! This definitely seems to be Rudra's color because he himself is neither perfect nor evil. INDIGOThis was chilling but still so aptly depicted. Beautifully done.RED...the red summoned. That was ah-mazing! Took my breath away!Anks that was absolutely magnificent! Beautifully written! I loved it! - Pria
10 years ago
This was a beautiful series!! You interpreted each colour in a very unique and creative manner. Grey and Blue were the best, according to me. I just wish you had written for Pink too. I loved it Anky 🤗
10 years ago
I actually had to stalk your posts to get this link.Loved this series. Khushi and dominatrix?? 😆 I liked Grey the most! Do keep writing!
10 years ago