DESTINED TO BE YOURS

The surprise and new people

She came back getting dressed in a dark yellow frilly maxi. Her hair tied in a bun and makeup on point. She came out and Varun was already ready. "Where are we actually going?" She asked. "Secret." He winked. She rolled her eyes, chuckling and circling her arm around Varun's. "I'll take the car out and you be ready." He said. She nodded. She ran to the driveway, waiting for him to get the car. After he got the car, they pulled away.

"I'm so excited for the surprise." She squealed. He grinned, seeing the road. "So what are you expecting?"

"Actually, I've no clue! Can you please reveal?" She asked. He shook his head, winking and laughing. She pouted dramatically and laughed, looking outside the window.

Its a twenty hour eleven minute drive from Boca Raton. Naira slept after nagging Varun about where he is taking her. They finally reached to Rhode Island. He woke up Naira. She got surprised. "This was the surprise?" She asked. He shook his head. She saw him puzzled. "Then what's the other?" She asked. "We need to check in to our hotel rooms and just get changed." He said. "But I didn't pack." She said. "I did for both of us." He said. "Great!" She screamed, throwing her hands in the air. "I love the beaches here."

He smiled, starting to drive again. They checked in to the hotel rooms and got changed quickly. Naira got dressed up in a dark green cold shoulder top with skinny faded blue jeans. She did her hair into a bun and put her signature makeup, winged eyeliner, pink cheeks, mascara and red lips. She completed her look with long golden colour palette earrings and wedges to her feet. Varun got ready in a t-shirt and jeans. T-shirt tucked inside and he put his favourite watch around his wrist. He completed his look with his favourite shoes to his feet. "First breakfast and then surprise!!!" He cheered. "What would be good here?" She rolled her eyes. "I'm starving."

They went to the restaurant below their hotel. They had a delicious breakfast. Varun got a message and they immediately left from there. "Now where?" She asked. "Naira, will you please stop nagging?" He said, rolling his eyes. "You're not telling me!" She complained. "I know that I'm not telling you, but you've to understand." He said. "I'll understand!" She rolled her eyes, looking away to the other side.

It's a fifty seven minute drive from their hotel and they reached. Naira was not talking to Varun, because he got frustrated by her questions. When she saw him pulling into the surprise, her eyes widened with happy tears. "Is this for real?" She asked, sobbing. Varun grinned wide, nodding. "I love you so much!" She whispered in between sobs.

It's Taylor Swift's secret sessions for her seventh album. Naira is a diehard fan of Taylor Swift. She has everything and she says anything about her. Varun surprised her for registering and getting selected for the secret sessions. Now Naira is crying like a baby. "Naira, don't cry. Your makeup will get ruined." Varun said. Naira nodded, looking into the mirror and fixing her makeup.

They got down. She ran inside and jumped like an excited kid. Varun chuckled, adoring her. "Come on!" She walked inside and ran into someone.

"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Naira asked. "Yeah, yeah. I'm okay. Are you fine?" That person asked. "Yeah I'm fine." Naira said. "I'm Damaris." She introduced. "I'm Naira." She said. "This is my boyfriend Varun."

"Hi Naira, hi Varun."

"So when did you become a swiftie? I was from the 1989 era." Naira said. "I'm from the Red era and I seriously think that Red and Reputation deserved a Grammy!" Damaris said. "Exactly!" Naira exclaimed. "My boyfriend surprised me with this. We moved in yesterday. We're from India and we moved into Florida." Naira said. "Florida? Oh my god! It's my hometown!" Damaris widened her eyes. "Really?" Naira squealed. "Where did you guys move in?" Damaris asked. "Boca Raton." Naira shrugged. "Really? I stay there. I mean I got into the fashion college for my masters there." Damaris said. "Oh god! Really? I too got into the fashion college for my masters!" Naira cupped her mouth. "Which college?" Damaris asked. "Boca Raton Institute of Fashion Technology." Naira said. "WHAT?" Damaris shouted. "I'm into the same college!!!"