𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇

7. Strawberry

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Takshvi's POV:

It's been a week since our first date.

I got ready for our second date, feeling excited.
I was wearing a silk white dress which was single sleeves on both side and with full length yet a slit on one side at mid thigh along with my white heels.

He deserves my time, and since I already like him, I agreed to meet again as i told so. I never imagined I would feel this way about someone that too so quick. But with right person you never need to doubt and would ready to go for it. And thats how i feel right now with him.

I know it's quick, but with him, it feels like I've known him forever. It's so good and safe with him; I can genuinely see him as my one and only. I'm already convinced it will work between us. The only thing is, I want to be absolutely sure he's the forever one.

Though I have this strong feeling he is the one, I still want to see how well we can understand each other's emotions and behaviour.

I just sense a connection between us, a shared energy. There's no way I could feel this level of comfort and connection without it meaning something significant. If things go well, I can see us moving towards marriage. I know it's early, but I feel he's my comfort person.

After our first date, I'm already feeling like this so ready to be with him because my intuition is told me already he is the one. Let's hope for the best.

I was at my best friend's house, who was also my classmate. We were neighbors when we were younger, but they moved away. We've been best friends since childhood, and she currently lives alone in her new house.

I came over to spend some quality time with her, and we had a lot of fun together. Of course, I haven't told her about my date yet, but I will later-she's trustworthy.

She had already left for work and gave me the spare key. Her house has beautiful, expensive interiors. I usually come over for sleepovers, and we're more like sisters than just best friends. She loved to see me that use to call me again and again to come and stay with her.

She should find herself a man, now.

Yes, i need to talk to her.

My phone rang, pulling me from my thoughts.

It was a call from my friend, asking about my new college since one of her younger cousins is interested in joining.

After that call, another one came in-it was him.

Oh thankyou kanhaji.

I smiled and said, "Finally." He's been texting me every day, even in the mornings. It feels like we could talk endlessly. He's great at keeping our conversations engaging and interesting. And it comes naturally.

When I picked up, he told me he had arrived in front of the house. I gave him this address.

I locked the door and walked towards his car.

It was evening, and since I was at my friend's place, my parents wouldn't know I was on a date. I had tricked my friend into thinking I had some work to do.

He approached me with a bouquet of flowers it was so huge and a smile appeared on his face as soon as he saw me, his eyes locked on mine.

Suddenly, he knelt down and presented the bouquet.

"What are you doing?" I asked, amused, noticing people passing by, but he didn't seem to care.

"It's for you," he said, pointing to the bouquet.