Tarini Verma- 25- year old architect working for one of the best architecture firms in Mumbai. She moved to Mumbai for college and has been living in the city since then. She is passionate about her work and painting. Her vibrant passion for design...
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And i was very firm on my decision to not post till the target is completed even it it takes months, but just because some of y'all don't vote i can't hold back others who genuinely like the story and vote for it
"Have a seat; I'll get you something to drink," Tarini said, gracefully gliding towards the kitchen.
I took a seat on the couch and looked around her house. The apartment exuded a warm embrace, adorned with soft hues and gentle lighting that bathed the space in a comforting glow. Plush, inviting furnishings, strategically placed throw blankets, and scattered cushions created pockets of coziness.
It was a haven of comfort, a place where every corner invited you to unwind and find solace.
"Well, I shouldn’t expect anything less from an architect," I mused silently.
"Here," she offered a glass of water, and I accepted it with a grateful nod.
"You have a really beautiful home," I remarked, admiring her.
"Thank you." It was the first time I witnessed her blush, and every bit of it was endearing.
She came and sat beside me with a little distance, and I angled my body towards her.
"So the plan is we watch a movie, then have dinner, and play some games. How does that sound?" She said with excitement. Her passion for the evening's plan was infectious, and I couldn't help but appreciate the effort and thought she had put into making this night special.
I smiled, not just at the well-thought-out evening ahead but at the woman before me. "It sounds perfect. I can't wait to spend this night with you." And in that moment, amidst the anticipation of the date, I couldn't help but marvel at how lucky I was to be sharing it with someone as captivating as Tarini.
"Okay so I have a few suggestions, the classic ‘Jab We Met,’ ‘Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge,’ ‘Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Ghum,’ ‘Zindagi Naa Milegi Dobara,’ and ‘Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani’ your take, which one do you want to watch?"
"Okay, wow, you've put me in a tough spot," I acted as if deep in thought.
“Okay, so after contemplating, I decide I’ll go with ‘Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani’.”
"Oh my God, I love that movie so much. They all are my favorite, but I guess I love YJHD more," she said while bouncing on the couch with excitement. I wish she was bouncing on something else instead.
What is wrong with me? We have just started progressing with this newfound relation.
We have been watching the movie for 30 mins now, and Tarini is completely engrossed in it, mimicking the dialogues word to word in between.
