Pranushka's Tales

💙 Swan Cruise 🛳

It was a bright, sunny day, a day to be spent to gain some productive attitude.

The breeze from the sea warmed their hearts, the hearts of the only beautiful couple whose hearts beat for each other.

They held each others hands and climbed onto the deck. And, here begins their adventure. Like a gentleman he always was, he held his hand to his lady, she took it greatfully
and climbed up.

As soon as they reached the end of the boat, they gladly welcomed the fresh air that rushed past them. The smell of the sea and the breeze that crept in the air promised a romantic night.

They lived the night to the fullest. They slow danced to a sweet and romantic song, witnessed the most beautiful sunset, talked about stuff and made their bond grow stronger. They got to know each other more than ever. This venture into the sea proved to be a productive step which
enriched their relationship.

It was time for dinner, it was a long and wonderful day so it had to be payed off with a dinner that would savour the taste buds forever.

He insisted, "C'mon Sweety you have to eat more or you'll not be able to stand me by the night.

Sweety blushed at his choice of words and disappeared into her thoughts, and turned herself into a complete tomato. She was brought back to reality when she realised that Pabsu was still blabbing stuff, and pouring food in her plate.

"O..o..o, that's enough darling, I'll not be able to take in so much. I'm already full...", that was when she was cut off, "No Sweetu, you've got a lot to take in." As soon as he said that, he
realised his tongue slip and averted his eyes towards the ocean and tried his best to change the topic, which ended like, " Look the sunset's so beautiful...."

He trailed off when she looked at him
with utter annoyance and a bit of mischief hidden behind her eyes. "Like...you...", he finished what he began, and tried to act innocent with his petite lovely eyes.

She didn't buy his act at all. She ignored him the whole dinner and went to the bench situated at
the edge of the deck. She was tired of his innuendos.

Something slowly crept through her back, a touch she was addicted to. It was true that she was mad at him but he always found ways that made her forgive his acts. He was mischievous naughty yet charming and irresistible.

He put a trail of kisses down her neck and she savoured every moment of it. He slowly advanced towards her lips and that's when he realized that she was panting for air, and sweat lotted her flawless skin.

Concern was evident on his perfect features. He asked her worriedly,
" Sweety are you alright? Oh my god, what's wrong baby? C'mon let's go to our room, you'll feel better."

As soon as they got into their room he helped her change into some comfortable clothes (which
included his shirt that she loved to wear and a pair of his loose boxers).
He comforted her all night and they both slept in peace.

Until morning occurred, and they were woken up by the sun pouring it's rays through the window. He took her in his arms and took her out.

The sun showered their sleepy demeanours. She insisted him to put her down, but he wouldn't listen. After a lot of twists and turns he put her down. That's when it happened, she throwed up!

Instead of getting worried, Mr. Perfect got to his knees and started thanking God for whatever happened. Sweety watched him with awe and made her expression of annoyance evident.
He crept on his knees like a kid and held her to him and started kissing her all over her face with extremely high levels of happiness. She tried to resist but he wouldn't stop.

He made a pretty perfect fool of himself when he let out the following words out of his mouth, "Sweety you're pregnant, I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore!"

"Huh?" Sweety questioned. For a moment she felt like her heart had stopped beating.

"Let's get married , I want be your husband" he said.

He jumped with joy and, to that she might have been a little flattered and a bit emotional thinking about it, but reality checked upon her and she somehow blurted, " It's sea sickness darling. The amount of food you made me eat and the also the amount of
twists and turns you made me do, with the heaviness of the sea's air, the recipe that came out.....well,..it's my vomit." She raised her shoulders like a little kid who pretends to not to know about the mischief committed by her.

He stood stunned for a moment out of his maddening happiness. This was the scenario for a few minutes, and suddenly both of them bursted out laughing like maniacs. Their laughter chimed through the air which made them forget about the mess which
was supposed to be cleaned.

And then...........
Ori Ori raja
Veera adhi Veera
Neethone nenu undipona
Andhaka nuvvu vellali Anna
Endhaka nenu kuda rana
Haiyana hamsa naavalona
Nee gali sukutunte paina
Michhindile Devsena.....❤

THE END

Thanks to my best friend Srutija for writing this lovely tale 'Swan Cruise'. ❤ 🙏🏼😘