Flowers are the best gifts while going on a date. Writing poems to show your affection for your partner, picking the lady from her doorstep or maybe just biding bye to technology for those few moments. It's the way things need to roll.
But in today's world it's known as obsolete. The art of asking a girl out for date, is now like a bygone. The deranged lover, remains famous in the antediluvian times.
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"May I have the pleasure, of spending the evening with you, pretty lady." swayam picked Sharon's hand in his and pecked her slightly.
"Sure you can, 7:00 PM, I'll be waiting" she took her curtsey and left the place mantling.
Swayam and Sharon were people who were uncomfortable calling such ways of romance as outmoded.
*
The leaves were having their moments of contact due to the breeze. The winds had the calmness, which could vindicate any fret.
"You look beautiful" swayam spoke with love and sincerity.
"And you look personable" Sharon responded, her eyes filled with emotions.
They walked on the lonely road. The pink petals from the trees, falling on them, looking like a blessing from god.
Sharon wanted to feel the beauty of the flowers. She couldn't resist herself from opening her arms wide and swirling, welcoming the soft touch of the petals.
Swayam stood at a distance and looked on. He had always fancied her, but didn't want to push, as the main question was still unanswered.
"Were they steady?"
She finally revived from her world and took a glance at swayam and then flushed at his gaze. Those eyes, an amalgam of emotions.
"Swayam?" She called out. She was sure about her feelings for him. She loved, his sincerity, honesty, romantic nature, genuinity in his doings. She never felt he was thrusting himself on her. And he never laid out any amatory thought that would disgust her.
*
Both stopped their journey when swayam started speaking.
"Love can't be a force
The feelings can never be hoarse
My love isn't an infatuation
Being with you is what I want in every situation
You too love me is what I fathom
And I have always loved you Sharon"
Sharon just kept staring at him. She didn't know how to react to his confession. A crimson hue spread across her cheeks. She lowered her eyes and spoke, equivalent to a whisper but still he could hear her.
"The hearts have been woven. The fates have become one. You love me and I love you"
Sharon finished her speaking and again shifted her gaze to the trees behind.
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