It's Called PRIDE!

[33] OUTSIDE THE CAFÉ LIGHTS

Prity

The sky turned a gentle pink as dusk settled over Delhi, with streetlights casting a soft glow and a cool breeze weaving through the air. It was a picture-perfect evening, the kind that made everything feel timeless.

Despite the historic victory a month ago with the legalization of same-sex marriage and rights, and all it's interview thing— during the last month I and Laxmi both were running because work here at there.

Today, I finally managed to carve out some time for Laxmi and me to enjoy a quiet evening together. Avi and Tina were safely with their grandparents, giving us a rare moment of peace.

I parked my car in front of Flora dé Café, a charming little spot in the heart of Delhi. The café's exterior was enchanting, with ivy cascading down the walls and colourful flowers in full bloom lining the entrance.

A vintage sign above the door, adorned with delicate floral patterns. Fairy lights twinkled around the entrance, casting a soft, inviting glow that made the place look almost magical as dusk settled in.

As I stepped out of the car, I moved around to help Laxmi. She gracefully emerged, her saree flowing elegantly around her.

The deep maroon fabric complemented her radiant complexion, and intricate gold embroidery accentuated her natural beauty. She looked absolutely stunning, her smile lighting up the evening lights.

Inside the café, I pulled out a chair for Laxmi at a table near a window, offering a perfect view of the quaint street outside. As she settled in, I couldn't help but smile at how radiant she looked.

The waiter approached us with menus, as he asked politely " How can I help you out Madam"

I took the menu card and looked over it for a moment and then ordered both of our favourite dishes.

"Bruschetta with fresh tomatoes and basil two plates, creamy pasta primavera two plates, and a decadent chocolate fondant for dessert two cups" I returned the card to the waiter as he noted our order and left us alone there.

While waiting for our food, I stole glances at Laxmi, marvelling at her beauty. Her saree and embroidered gold patterns that shimmered made her look more beautiful.

The pallu draped elegantly over her shoulder, and she had paired it with traditional gold jewellery that added a touch of regal elegance to her look. Her hair was styled in loose waves, framing her face beautifully, and her eyes sparkled with joy.

"You're staring," she said with a playful smile, catching me in the act.

"Can you blame me?" I replied, reaching across the table to take her hand. "You look absolutely stunning tonight.

"Laxmi blushed, her cheeks turning a soft pink. "You always know how to make me feel special."

I squeezed her hand gently. "That's because you are special, Laxmi. I feel like the luckiest person in the world to be sitting here with you."

Our conversation flowed effortlessly as we reminisced about our high school days, recalling the first time we met and the moments that had brought us closer.

"Remember our first date?" Laxmi asked, her eyes twinkling with nostalgia.

"How could I forget? After the school was over we had one" I chuckled. "You wore that blue dress, and we got caught in the rain. We ended up laughing and dancing in the street."

"I was so nervous," she admitted, laughing softly. "But it was perfect, wasn't it?"

"It was," I agreed, looking into her eyes. "Just like tonight."