"Yuvraj, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Don't do this."
"Get up," he ordered, his voice as cold as ice.
Tears streamed down my face. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't make me-"
"Step on the glass," he interrupted, his eyes burning wit...
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As the first rays of sunlight gently filtered through the curtains, Aisha stirred from her slumber, a sense of excitement bubbling within her. Today was the day of her long-awaited picnic date with Yuvraj, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in her chest.
With a contented sigh, Aisha stretched her limbs and slipped out of bed, her mind already buzzing with thoughts of the day ahead. She padded into the bathroom, relishing the quiet stillness of the early morning as she went about her morning routine. The sound of running water filled the air as she splashed her face, the coolness awakening her senses and clearing away the last traces of sleep.
Aisha knew that Yuvraj had always admired her in traditional Indian attire, so she decided to surprise him with a beautiful Indian suit for their picnic. With a sense of determination, she rummaged through her closet until she found the perfect ensemble-a delicate pastel-colored suit adorned with intricate embroidery and delicate embellishments.
With a skip in her step, Aisha headed to the bathroom to freshen up. The warm water cascaded over her skin, washing away the remnants of sleep and invigorating her senses. As she towel-dried her hair, Aisha's mind drifted to the picnic she had meticulously planned-a secluded spot by the lake, surrounded by lush greenery and the soothing sounds of nature.
Once dressed in her exquisite Indian suit, Aisha surveyed herself in the mirror, feeling a surge of satisfaction at her reflection. The soft hues of the fabric complemented her complexion, while the intricate embroidery added a touch of elegance to her ensemble. Satisfied with her appearance, she slipped on a pair of comfortable sandals and gathered the picnic basket she had prepared earlier.
As the first light of dawn filtered through the window, Yuvraj found himself wide awake, his mind buzzing with anticipation for his picnic date with Aisha. The excitement of the day ahead had kept him restless throughout the night, but now, as he lay in bed, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of spending time with her.
Closing his eyes, Yuvraj let his mind drift back to the dream he had just awoken from. In it, he and Aisha were strolling hand in hand through a sun-dappled meadow, the scent of wildflowers filling the air around them. They laughed and talked as they walked, their voices blending together in a symphony of joy and warmth.
In his dream, they found the perfect spot beneath a towering oak tree, its branches reaching out to shelter them from the midday sun. They spread out a blanket and unpacked their picnic basket, sharing delicious food and even sweeter moments together.
As they lounged on the blanket, Yuvraj couldn't tear his gaze away from Aisha. She looked radiant in the soft light, her laughter tinkling like music in his ears. In that moment, surrounded by nature's beauty and the warmth of her presence, Yuvraj felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him like a gentle tide.
