Red Rose at Page No.15

Book & Worm

As the morning sun gently peeked through the curtains, Neel stirred from his slumber, feeling the warmth of Malang's presence beside him. With a soft smile, he leaned over and planted a tender kiss on Malang's forehead, whispering words of endearment as they both began to awaken to the new day.

Their day began with a symphony of shared laughter and intimate whispers, as they prepared breakfast together in their cozy kitchen. Neel couldn't help but admire the way Malang's eyes sparkled in the morning light, finding himself lost in their depths with each passing moment.

As they sipped on their morning tea, their conversation drifted effortlessly from the mundane to the profound, each word carrying the weight of their growing love. Neel traced invisible patterns on the table, his fingers grazing Malang's hand with every movement, igniting a spark that seemed to dance between them.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Neel leaned in closer, his breath mingling with Malang's as they shared stolen kisses between sips of tea. Their laughter filled the room, a melody that echoed the rhythm of their hearts beating in harmony.

Throughout the day, they found solace in each other's company, weaving in and out of their daily routines with ease and grace. Whether they were lost in conversation or simply basking in the silence of their shared moments, every instant felt like a cherished memory in the making.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting hues of gold and pink across the sky, Neel and Malang found themselves wrapped in each other's embrace, watching the world around them fade into twilight. With whispered promises and declarations of love, they vowed to cherish each moment, knowing that their journey together was just beginning.

In the quiet moments that followed, they found themselves lost in the poetry of their love, their hearts speaking a language that only they could understand. And as they drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms, they knew that their love would endure, transcending time and space with each beat of their intertwined hearts.

"Let's call my mom and tell her," Malang said with determination, his voice tinged with both excitement and apprehension.

"Are you sure? I mean, you're not feeling uncomfortable?" Neel asked, closing the cupboard with a gentle thud.

"For us and for them, it's new. We can't hide it if we want it forever," Malang replied, his tone soft yet resolute.

"Fine, let's video call," Neel agreed, nodding in agreement.

As the morning sun gently filtered through the window, casting a warm glow across the room, they prepared to make the call. Palki, their ever-attentive housekeeper, greeted them with a cheerful "good morning."

"Good morning, aunty," Neel greeted her warmly.

"Early morning and you remember me? All cool?" Palki replied with a chuckle.

"Yes, aunty, all is well. Actually, we want to tell you something," Malang said, his smile tinged with a hint of nervousness.

Neel discreetly reached for Malang's hand under the table, offering silent reassurance.

"Yes, go ahead, Malang," Palki encouraged, her tone warm and understanding.

"I don't know how you're going to react, and it's new for us too, but..." Malang began, his words trailing off uncertainly.

"Malang, I am your mother. You can tell me anything, son," Palki reassured him, her voice filled with love and understanding.

"Mom, I love Neel. He loves me too. And we want to spend our lives together as a couple," Malang confessed softly, yet confidently.

"Are you sure it's love, Malang? Neel?" Palki inquired gently, her concern evident in her voice.

"Whatever I am feeling for Neel, all are symptoms of love," Malang replied earnestly.

"Malang, I don't have a problem that you are in love with a guy. But I don't want both of you to get hurt if any of you realize in the future that it was just infatuation. You know what I mean, right?" Palki expressed her concern, her maternal instincts shining through.

"Aunty, it's not infatuation. I genuinely love Malang, and I will never hurt him," Neel assured her firmly.

"I hope you are also confident and ready to say the same to Neel's parents, Malang," Palki said with a warm smile.

"Yes, Mom. But how do you know that we haven't told them yet?" Malang asked, surprised.

"Because I know my Malang. He must have found me easy to talk to," Palki replied knowingly.

"He actually said the same, aunty," Neel confirmed with a smile.

"See, I know him. I just want both of you to be happy and take care of each other, and use protection," Palki said with a mix of maternal concern and affection.

"Oh, Mom, we know these things... Please," Malang replied, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I am glad you shared with me. You both have my support. Love you. Stay happy," Palki said proudly and lovingly, her words wrapping them in a warm embrace of acceptance and love.

After lunch, they visited Neel's parents and stayed for three hours. Fortunately, Neel's parents were equally accepting and supportive of their relationship.

Neel and Malang basked in their newfound happiness, feeling like fearless lovebirds as they embarked on this journey together. For the next 30 days, they resided at Netra's place, relishing each moment as they cooked meals together and shared their love intimately every day. Their life was now brimming with love and contentment.

Upon their return, Arhaan, Ishan, Netra, Rihana, and Veer warmly congratulated them on their relationship. Together, they ventured to the lake, where the serenity of the surroundings captivated them all.

Although Arhaan harbored a tinge of sadness for being the only single one among his friends, he found solace in Malang discovering true love. As they gathered around the lake, they played music, lit a bonfire, and cherished the timeless moments of their friendship.

The friendship that blossomed from a simple truth or dare game had spun a beautiful fairytale for Neel and Malang. Initially, they both felt like things were moving too fast, but as time passed, they realized that their journey together was unfolding seamlessly.

Now, after seven years, they found themselves seated together in the same spot, surrounded by majestic mountains, watching their four children play gleefully. Among them were Ishan and Netra's daughter, Veer and Rihana's twin boys, and Arhaan and Musqan's daughter.

"This is perfection, our fairytale with our two baby princesses," Neel remarked, his eyes filled with pride and love. Ishan and Arhaan's daughters had been raised almost as their own by Neel and Malang.

"I love you, Neel. Thank you for coming into my life. Seven years have passed, but our love remains as fresh as ever," Malang expressed, his voice tinged with affection.

"And it will continue to be fresh for eternity. I love you so much, Bookworm, This place, this is where it all started"

Neel replied, his gaze softening as he leaned in to kiss him.

Beside Malang lay a book, "Romeo and Juliet," which he hadn't finished reading. Yet, their own story with its happy ending was all that truly mattered now. A gentle breeze turned a few pages of the book, revealing a red rose marking page No. 15—a symbol and a memory of two princes blessed with love, family, friends, children, and most importantly, each other. Indeed, as Shakespeare once said, "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." Neel and Malang had proven that Love is Love.

🥀🥀And Neel and Malang lived happily ever after🥀🥀

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