Dua Lipa and the Secret Love

6

At last, the day has arrived, dear reader: the 9th of September, 2022. The day we're finally setting off on our trip to Rio de Janeiro.

Loading the suitcases into the car, we could see something in Dua's eyes that we'd never witnessed before—at least, I hadn't. It was a look that was a mixture of anxiety, passion, fear, and grief. A look difficult to describe, one I had never seen before. It's something that makes this romance a fine line between love and sorrow, turning their entire love into a heavy burden of pain due to the certainty of separation. A love with an expiration date, a love with small sparks of hope for a possible happy ending. That look said more than any words I could try to place in this little book. I could write infinite chapters, and still, I wouldn't be able to describe the silent look Dua had at that moment.

That look remained, accompanied by absolute silence in the car. From the house where we were staying in São Paulo to the airport, Dua stayed with her headphones in, staring out the window. I couldn't tell what was going through her mind, but her body couldn't sit still. She drank bottle after bottle of water, and no one in the car had the courage to say a word. We all knew the reason, and we also knew there was only one cure for how she was feeling—M.S.

The journey was in complete silence, both from Dua and from everyone in the family and team. I believe everyone was on edge—what if M.S. didn't meet her? How would she be? What if M.S. wasn't even in Rio de Janeiro? What would become of Dua's heart? But as soon as we arrived at the airport, before boarding the plane, Dua's father called me over, 'Hey, could I have a word with you?' I replied, 'Of course, sir.' With a very joyful smile on his face, he said, 'You're writing this secret story about them, aren't you?' I answered, 'Yes, sir.' Then, speaking softly into my ear, he said, 'Well, get ready, because M.S. will be waiting for Dua at the Rio de Janeiro airport, and he might have prepared something for us.'

Surprised, I asked, 'What do you mean? I thought he didn't know about our trip.' Dua's father replied as he walked towards the plane, 'M.S. has earned my respect, and not for nothing. That man is incredibly intelligent and completely in love with Dua. He'll find a way, I'm sure of it.' So I responded, 'You're right, sir. I have that feeling too.' And we boarded the plane.

When I boarded the plane, Dua was staring out of the window, her eyes fixed, as if she wasn't in the same world as me. She was playing with a small padlock in her hand. When she noticed me, she looked over and said, 'Hey, do you know who gave me this?' I immediately replied, 'M.S.?' She nodded, 'That's right. He gave me this as a symbol of one of our most important promises.' I asked her what that promise was. Then Dua answered quietly, 'We promised that no matter the time, dimension, reality, or incarnation, we will always be together and get married.

Dear reader, when Dua said the word 'marry' with M.S., I froze. I looked around at everyone on the plane, and it felt like they all knew, except me. Dua Lipa, the woman who never thought about marriage but loved romance stories, has her hand promised? This was madness—how could it be? She was Dua Lipa, the queen of independence and freedom. How did she plan to marry him? My mind was spinning—how was this possible? So, all the padlocks on her earrings, necklaces, and bracelets... was that it? Were they like engagement rings for her? Her heart wasn't closed, just... occupied. That was the reality. My goodness. I believe, dear reader, that this might be the most significant piece of information in this book for you. Dua Lipa is promised.

And with my mind racing, I sat down in my seat on the plane. Dua put on her headphones, and what felt like a 30-minute flight in reality passed in seconds in my mind, I was so shocked by this revelation. Before I knew it, the pilot announced, 'We're about to land, please fasten your seatbelts.' I looked over at Dua's father, and he was smiling. He said, 'He'll be there, I'm certain of it.