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Tina giggled, the sound bright and airy like a bell. The two girls were sitting outside, under the shade of a tree. The sun was setting in the background, the red and gold illuminating Tina's face in a beautiful way. The two girls were just enjoying the cool weather.
"Here, give me your hand." Tina reached into her bag and produced a cone of mehandi. Anjali rested her hand flat on the blanket. Tina cut the cone open and started to lightly squeeze mehandi out. "Wait, close your eyes," She said. Anjali complied.
"Now keep them closed until the design is done." Anjali could hear the sharaarat in her voice.
Anjali groaned. "You know I'm not patient!"
Tina laughed. "If you don't stop laughing I'll mess up your mehandi." Anjali fell silent at her threat. Instead, she focused on the feeling of Tina gently holding her hand, skillfully tracing the cone over her hand. It was cold and kind of ticklish but manageable. The feel of Tina's skin on Anjali's hand had her feeling drunk and hazy in all the best ways.
"Your hand is so soft," Anjali whispered. The silence between the two girls felt tangible and delicate and Anjali didn't want to break it. Anjali couldn't see Tina smile but she knew that the other girl smiled. The two girls sat in the shade for a few more minutes before Tina finally sat up.
"You can look now," She said with a smile in her voice. Anjali opened her eyes, blinking the black spots out. She looked down at her hand.
"Oh," She said in wonder staring down at her mehandi. "It's beautiful." She looked up to see Tina smiling at her and was overwhelmed with the love she had for the other girl. "Come here," She put her hand behind Tina's neck, pulling her closer to her. Tina smiled, wiping the little flecks of mehandi she got on her hands on the cloth before gently kissing Anjali. The two girls swayed side to side in the last embers of the sunset, the lips firmly locked together, Anjali's mehandi glowing in the golden sunlight.
