"𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆"
(𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 1 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨)
"Sprinkles!" I called out, my voice laced with surprise.
"Don't," she snapped, her tone sharp an...
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For the past two hours, I’ve been deciding what to wear. Ahaan landed in Mumbai today and has been invited to our house for some casual chit-chat, but now it seems like he’s taken on a new mission,helping me find the perfect outfit.
More than my attire, what’s been making me anxious is the date I’ve planned. My woman, as always, has already set the bar incredibly high.
I know this isn’t a competition, and sincerity is what matters most to her. But still, I want to make sure I don’t fall short in any way. She deserves happiness and love a hundredfold more than what she gives me. Though even that feels impossible to match.
She speaks, and I’m ready to make it happen in the next moment.
This date night has been on my mind for days. The idea of inviting her through a handwritten letter felt intimate and timeless, and her expression the next day after she read it said it all.
When she was about to say yes, her excitement lit up the room, and it became one of the many moments I couldn’t forget.
After rummaging through my entire wardrobe, Ahaan and I finally agreed on a black full-sleeve T-shirt layered with a sleek jacket, paired with black jeans that fit perfectly.
To complete the look, I strapped on my Rolex watch and added a spritz of cologne. Satisfied with the reflection in the mirror, I checked the time and decided to head out. But not before throwing a parting comment at Ahaan.
"Please organize my wardrobe back, or else Mum’s wrath might just turn this into my last date."
"Yeah, because being your personal maid is obviously the only reason I flew here, right?" he retorted, rolling his eyes.
I didn’t bother replying. I knew he’d do it anyway. Why waste time bickering when I could spend those moments with my Sprinkles?
I took out my Royal Enfield Hunter and rode toward her PG. As I reached, I saw her descending the stairs, and for a moment, time seemed to pause. She wore a black top paired with a high-waisted floral mid skirt, her messy braid adorned with a few loose curls framing her face.
The soft glow of the streetlights made her look ethereal, her natural beauty shining effortlessly.
Unknowingly, we had ended up twinning, and it filled me with a sense of happiness I couldn’t quite put into words. She noticed me and walked over, raising her brows playfully as if asking for my opinion.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"Like a princess," I whispered, barely audible, but her favorite shade of blush graced her cheeks, making me grin.
I extended my hand toward her, and she took it before settling onto the bike. As I started the engine, I noticed her hesitating slightly. She held my shoulders but seemed unsure, her face betraying her hesitation when I glanced at her in the rearview mirror.
