Harshad and Pranali was shooting for Holi sequence today. Akshara was scared of colours and she didn't like to celebrate Holi. Whole Birla and Goenka family was celebrating Holi together in the park. Abhimanyu didn't find akshara their and he took his bike and went to goenka house to bring akshara. Akshara listened the voice of abhimanyu bike and her heartbeat increased. Abhimanyu came inside the house on the bike and asked akshara to sit on the bike.

"No, I can't do it," Akshara murmured softly, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance as she clutched her dupatta tightly around her. But abhimanyu was firm that he wanted to apply colour on her. On the scene abhimanyu run behind akshara who was hiding behind the curtains to sheild herself. Abhimanyu catches her by waist. His breath hot on akshara body.

Pranali Rathod, the stunning beauty behind the character, felt a thrill of apprehension mingled with excitement as she glanced at the vibrant colors scattered around the set. The director's voice boomed, "Come on, Pranali, it's just a bit of fun. The viewers will love it!" But she knew better than to argue with the stubbornness that had made her character so popular.

Her co-star, Harshad Chopda, playing the Abhimanyu Birla, strode over to her with a wicked grin.

His eyes raked over her figure, dressed in a sexy brown ghagra choli that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. The fabric was sheer in places, revealing the outline of her luscious breasts and the curve of her hips. "Don't worry, I've got an idea," he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

With a dramatic flair, he swung her into his arms, lifting her off the ground as if she weighed no more than a feather.

The sudden contact sent a jolt of electricity through Pranali's body, and she couldn't help but gasp. The cool air of the set caressed her exposed skin, making her shiver. Harshad's strong arms tightened around her, one hand cradling her back and the other supporting her firm, round ass.

She could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her thigh, and her pussy grew wet at the thought of what could happen."Abhi," she protested half-heartedly, "you can't just-"

But Harshad, fully in character as Abhimanyu, ignored her protests and marched towards the center of the set, where a large wooden well stood as part of the backdrop. He leaned over the edge, holding her securely, and whispered, "Just play along, Akshara," before dipping her backward so that her face was mere inches from the water. He playfully splashed her with the coloured water, the droplets catching the sunlight and painting a kaleidoscope across her skin.

Pranali felt a rush of cool liquid on her face, and she couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the set. The scene unfolded as Harshad continued to apply the colors to her cheeks, the gentle rubbing motion igniting a fire in her belly. Her heart raced as the colors mixed with the water trickled down herneck, staining the fabric of her choli and revealing the deep cleavage beneath. Each stroke of his hand against her skin was like a declaration of war on her inhibitions.

With a flirty smile, Pranali reached for the colors and returned the favor, her trembling hands smearing the vibrant pigments across his strong jawline. The colors stained their clothes and skin, a vivid representation of the passion they were trying to contain within their characters. The air around them grew thick with desire as their eyes met, the playful banter from their scripted romance blurring into something more primal and real.

The director yelled, "Cut!" but Harshad didn't let go. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek as he whispered, "You know you want this, Pranali." Her heart skipped a beat, and she found herself nodding in silent agreement.

Harshad hoisted her into his arms again, the weight of her body pressing against his growing erection, and carried her away from the crowd. The crew cheered and clapped, assuming it was part of the scene, but the heat between them was all too genuine.

They ducked into his vanity van, the door slamming shut behind them. The confined space was a stark contrast to the chaos of the set, offering them a brief reprieve from the prying eyes. Pranali's breath hitched as Harshad set her down on the small couch, his eyes never leaving hers. His hands found the strings of her choli, tugging gently until the fabric fell away, revealing her ample breasts, the nipples already peaked from the excitement of the moment.

Harshad leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His tongue danced with hers, a fierce battle of passion that mirrored the tension in their scene. Pranali moaned softly, her body arching towards him as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her sensitive peaks. The friction of their bodies, still slick with color, heightened the sensation, making every touch feel like a brand new sensation.

With a growl, Harshad picked Pranali up again, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the makeup counter. He set her on the cool surface, the mirror reflecting the lust in their eyes. His hands moved to her waist, tugging at the strings of her ghagra, revealing the matching brown panties that clung to her wet pussy. She could feel her juices seeping through the fabric, leaving a damp spot that grew larger with each passing second.

Harshad stepped closer, his erection now painfully obvious against her thigh. Pranali reached down, her trembling hand tracing the outline of his cock through his trousers. "We're not filming anymore," she murmured, her voice low and seductive. "But the show must go on."

Without breaking their kiss, Harshad managed to unbutton his pants, freeing his rock-hard cock.

Pranali's eyes widened with excitement, and she reached for it, her hand wrapping around the velvety shaft. Harshad groaned into her mouth as she began to stroke him, her hand moving up and down with increasing speed. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he knew they couldn't wait much longer. Harshad pushed her panties aside, his thumb sliding over her clit, which was already swollen and begging for attention. Pranali gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. "Yes," she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. Harshad's fingers delved deeper, slipping into her wetness, and he could feel her pussy contract around them.

He stroked her gently at first, exploring her folds, before increasing the tempo, his thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles.Her breath came in ragged gasps as he played her body like a fine instrument, each touch and stroke bringing her closer to the edge.

Pranali pulled at his pants, desperate to feel his bare skin against hers. With a grunt, he stepped back and shucked them off, his cock springing free. It was thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Pranali licked her lips, eager to taste him.

But before she could act, Harshad leaned over her, his hands sliding her panties down her legs. He stepped between her thighs, spreading them wider apart. His cock nudged at her entrance, the blunt head teasing her swollen clit.

Pranali's eyes locked onto his, the anticipation in them driving him wild. Harshad thrust into her, filling her completely in one swift motion. She let out a cry that was muffled by their kiss, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size.

Pranali moaned "oh fuck."

The feel of her tight pussy gripping him was exquisite, and he had to fight the urge to pound into her right there and then. Instead, he pulled out slowly, only to thrust back in with deliberate care. Pranali's hips rocked against his, setting a rhythm that grew more frantic with each stroke. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the warmth of harshad cock sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Her hands roamed over his bare back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his skin as harshad fucked her against the makeup counter. The scent of their arousal filled the air, a heady mix of sweat and desire.

The colors from their clothes smeared onto the counter and the floor, creating an erotic mess that only served to heighten the intensity of the moment.

Pranali's moans grew louder as Harshad's pace quickened. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter her. His thumb never left her clit, the relentless pressure driving her closer and closer to the brink. She bit her lip to stifle the cries that wanted to escape, but it was a losing battle. The pleasure was too much to contain.With a final, powerful thrust, Harshad sent Pranali over the edge.

Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she came, her juices flowing out onto the cold marble of the counter. Harshad watched Pranali in the mirror, his own eyes glazed with lust as he felt her climax ripple through her. He couldn't hold back anymore. With a roar, he buried himself deep inside her, his hips bucking as he reached his own peak. Hot cum filled her, mixing with her orgasm and spilling out between their bodies.

They remained joined for a moment, both panting and trembling, savoring the aftermath of their explosive union.

Slowly, Harshad leaned in to kiss her again, his lips gentle against hers, a stark contrast to the passion that had just ravaged them. Pranali melted into the kiss, her body boneless and her mind a whirl of sensations.

Breaking the kiss, Harshad leaned back, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound that made her whimper. He grinned at her, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "You're my everything i can never get enough of you, Pranali," Harshad murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Her cheeks were flushed with color, both from the holi festivities and the intense pleasure he had just given her. She couldn't help but smile back, feeling a sense of camaraderie in their shared secret. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice still shaky from the aftershocks of her orgasm. They stepped back, both of them taking a moment to catch their breath and appreciate the beauty of the mess they had created. The colors of the holi powder painted their bodies in a way that was both artistic and erotic. Pranali felt a thrill knowing that beneath the surface, they had just acted out a scene that was far more intimate than anything the script had called for.

"We should probably get cleaned up before we go back," Pranali said, her voice still husky with passion."Or not," harshad countered, a wicked glint in his eyes.

Pranali looked up at him, her own desire still smoldering, and she found herself nodding. They didn't need to go anywhere right away. The crew would be busy resetting for the next scene, and they had a few moments of privacy to indulge themselves.

"Fuck it," she murmured, reaching for the colors again. This time, she didn't hold back, squeezing the pouch and letting the vibrant powder spill over their bodies, turning them into living works of erotic art.

The colors mixed with their sweat and juices, creating an abstract pattern of passion that painted the floor around them.They stumbled over to the shower stall at the back of the vanity, the cool water cascading down on their heated bodies as they kissed and touched. The water washed the colors away, revealing their raw, unbridled desire. Harshad hands slid down to Pranali's ass, gripping him tightly as he pinned her against the tiles. His cock was already hard again, pressing against her stomach, leaving no doubt as to his intentions.

"Again?" Pranali giggled, her voice filled with mischief.

"Always," harshad growled, his hands moving to her waist as he lifted her against the shower wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him, her wet pussy sliding against his erection. The water cascaded around them, a steamy veil that heightened the urgency of their passion.With one swift motion, Harshad pushed into her again, his cock sliding into her welcoming heat.

Pranali's grip tightened on his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts powerful and deep. The shower stall was small, but it contained them perfectly, a cocoon of desire that blocked out the world outside. The water hit their bodies at all angles, a sensual assault that only served to drive them closer to the edge .Her legs locked around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back as she matched his rhythm.

The water ran down her breasts, turning the remaining color into a sultry river that flowed over her stomach and between her thighs. Harshad leaned in to suckle her nipples, the cold droplets contrasting

with the heat of his mouth, making her gasp. The sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, making her pussy clench around him even tighter.

Pranali's hands roamed harshad body, exploring every inch of his muscular frame. She felt empowered, her fear of the colors forgotten in the wake of their passion.

Harshad moaned "Oh baby, your hands feel so good on my body."

The water mingled with their juices, creating a wet symphony that echoed in the enclosed space. Their breaths grew ragged, the sound of skin slapping against skin a testament to their unbridled lust.

As they fucked against the shower wall, Harshad's hands found pranali ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He knew every inch of her body now, knew what made her moan and what made her scream. He slammed into her, each thrust hitting that perfect spot that sent her spiraling closer to the precipice.The water continued to rain down on them, the steam rising and obscuring the mirrors. They were lost in their own world, a world of sensation and need. Pranali's nails scored down his back, leaving red trails in the wake of their passion. Harshad could feel her pussy tightening around him, her orgasm building like a storm in her core.

Pranali cried "Baby, I am about to cum."

Harshad picked up the pace, driving into her with a ferocity that had her crying out his name.

Pranali moaned "yeah harshadddd baby fuck me like this. Ohhhhhh mmmm... It's feel so good."

The water sluiced over them, washing away the holi colors, but not the heat between them. Their bodies were slick with sweat and desire, their movements a dance of lust that seemed to have no end.

Harshad's hands slid down Pranali back, cupping her ass and pulling her closer, the head of his cock hitting the back of her pussy with each thrust. She was so wet, so ready for him, that he could feel his orgasm building too, a pressure that was almost painful in its intensity.

Pranali threw her head back, the water cascading down her throat as she screamed his name. Her pussy tightened around him, her legs shaking with the effort of holding on. Harshad could feel her muscles contract, her body preparing for the release that was just a heartbeat away. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck, the sting of the bite mixing with the sweetness of her skin. Her orgasm crashed over her, a tidal wave of pleasure that had her bucking and writhing in his arms. She screamed, the sound echoing through the vanity, lost in the symphony of their love making.

Pranali moaned "Harshad i m cumming oh fuck i m cumming on your cock."

Harshad groaned, feeling her pussy spasm around his cock, the sensation pushing him over the edge. He pulled out, his cum spurting onto her stomach, the white hot liquid mixing with the remnants of the holi colors.

They stood there, panting and trembling, their bodies entwined, the water still raining down on them.

Pranali looked up at him, her eyes glazed with passion, a smudge of color still clinging to her cheek like a warrior's battle paint. Harshad leaned in, kissing her gently, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of their shared climax. The water washed the color from her face, leaving only the natural glow of desire behind.

Pranali legs slowly unwrapped from around his waist, and she slid down the tiles, her feet finding the floor.

The coolness of the water on her overheated skin was a welcome relief, but she didn't want to let go of him. Harshad's arms remained around her, holding her up as they both tried to regain their equilibrium.

The shower had turned into an impromptu sanctuary of lust, and she didn't want to leave it just yet.