As they returned to their room after the eventful day, they were suddenly reminded of the problem they had forgotten about - the single bed. They stood there, looking at each other, the tension between them palpable. The silence stretched out for a few minutes, neither of them knowing what to say.
Finally, Siddharth broke the silence. "I'll sleep on the sofa," he said, his voice low and gentle. He walked over to the sofa and sat down, making himself comfortable.
But Shruti was not having it. "No, no, I'll sleep on the sofa," she said, her voice firm. She walked over to the sofa, but Siddharth stood up, blocking her way.
"There's no way I'm going to let you sleep on the sofa," he said, his eyes locked on hers. "You're going to sleep on the bed, where it's comfortable."
Shruti looked up at him, her eyes flashing with determination. "I don't want to take your bed," she said. "You sleep on it, I'll be fine on the sofa."
But Siddharth was not budging. He gently took her arm and led her to the bed. "Please, Shruti, just sleep on the bed," he said. "I'll be fine on the sofa. It's not a big deal."
Shruti looked up at him, her eyes searching his face. She saw the kindness and concern there, and her heart melted. She nodded, finally, and Siddharth smiled, relieved.
He pulled back the covers and gestured for her to get in. Shruti climbed into bed, feeling a little awkward but also grateful for Siddharth's kindness. Siddharth smiled and turned off the light, settling in on the sofa for the night.
The next day, Shruti and Siddharth found themselves with a few hours to kill before their romantic dinner date. They were sitting on the sofa in their room, trying to decide how to spend their time.
"Should we watch a movie?" Siddharth asked, flipping through the TV channels.
Shruti raised an eyebrow. "Who watches movies in Paris? We could watch it at home too," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of adventure.
Siddharth chuckled. "Fair point. Then how about some sports?" he suggested, nodding towards the TV.
But Shruti shook her head. "No way, my muscles are still stiff from yesterday's activity," she said, leaning back tiredly into the sofa cushions.
Siddharth grinned. "Then you suggest something," he said, throwing the ball back into her court.
Shruti thought for a moment, her eyes sparkling with ideas. "Umm...how about we just stroll through the market?" she asked, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
Siddharth's face lit up with a smile. "Hmm, good idea," he said, standing up and holding out his hand to help Shruti up.
They both slipped on their coats and headed downstairs, eager to explore the city and enjoy each other's company. The cool Parisian air greeted them as they stepped out of the hotel, and they strolled hand in hand into the bustling market, taking in the sights and sounds of the city.
Shruti and Siddharth spent the next few hours strolling through the vibrant market, soaking up the sights, sounds, and aromas of the city. They sampled delicious street food, browsed through quaint shops, and picked out souvenirs to remember their trip by. Time flew by, and before they knew it, it was time to get ready for their romantic dinner date.
Just as they were about to head back to their hotel, they received a call from someone on the event team. "Hello, Shruti and Siddharth? We need you to come to a boutique near your hotel. We have a special surprise waiting for you."
Intrigued, they made their way to the boutique, which was just a short walk from their hotel. As they entered the boutique, they were greeted by rows of elegant outfits, shoes, accessories, and bags, all bearing the logos of famous designer brands.
A stylish girl from the event team approached Shruti and smiled. "Hi, Shruti! I'll take you to try on some dresses." Meanwhile, a debonair guy from the event team escorted Siddharth in a different direction.
Shruti followed the girl into a beautifully decorated room filled with stunning dresses in various colors, styles, and fabrics. "You can choose any of these dresses you like," the girl said with a smile.
Shruti's eyes widened as she scanned the room, taking in the breathtaking array of gowns. Her gaze wandered from one dress to another, until it landed on a beautiful, elegant red gown that seemed to radiate sophistication and glamour.
"Excellent choice!" the staff member exclaimed, as Shruti reached out to touch the delicate fabric. "It's the most beautiful one of all the dresses we have. You'll look stunning in it!"
After an hour of waiting, Siddharth stood up from the plush sofa in the lobby of the boutique, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of Shruti. And then, he heard her voice, soft and melodious, calling out his name.
"Siddharth."
He looked up, and his breath caught in his throat as he took in the vision of loveliness standing before him. Shruti looked absolutely stunning, her beauty and elegance radiating from every pore. His eyes traveled slowly from her heels, up the hem of her dress, to her small waist, and finally landed on her beautiful face.
For a moment, Siddharth was lost in her beauty, his mind a blank slate. But then, Shruti's voice snapped him back to reality.
"Siddharth?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.
Siddharth blinked, feeling a little dazed. "Huh? Oh...yes?" he stuttered, trying to compose himself.
Shruti smiled, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "How is it?" she asked, gesturing to her dress.
Siddharth's eyes drifted back to her face, and he smiled. "It's beautiful," he said, his voice sincere. But he wasn't just talking about the dress; he was talking about the woman wearing it.
Shruti's smile faltered for a moment, and Siddharth could have sworn he saw a flicker of emotion in her eyes. But then, she recovered, and asked, "Should we go then?"
Siddharth nodded, still feeling a little dazed. "Of...course!" he exclaimed, standing up and holding out his arm to her.
Shruti took his arm, and they both left the boutique, walking out into the cool evening air. A sleek black car was waiting for them, its engine purring softly. Siddharth opened the car door for Shruti, and she slipped inside, her heart skipping a beat at the small gesture.
As they drove away from the boutique, Shruti couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the way Siddharth was making her feel. His small gestures of care and consideration were slowly winning her heart, without her even realizing it.
As they arrived at the hotel, a staff member greeted them with a warm smile and escorted them to a huge balcony that overlooked the city. As they stepped out onto the balcony, Shruti's eyes widened in wonder, and she gasped in amazement.
Before them lay a breathtaking view of the Eiffel Tower, its iron latticework gleaming in the soft evening light. The tower's majestic presence seemed to fill the entire horizon, leaving Shruti and Siddharth in awe.
But what caught their attention next was the beautifully set table on the balcony. A crisp white cloth covered the table, and two chairs were placed opposite each other, as if waiting for the couple to sit down. In the center of the table stood a stunning vase filled with long-stemmed red roses, their delicate petals swaying gently in the breeze.
Scattered around the table were heart-shaped balloons, their bright red color matching the roses perfectly. The entire setup was so romantic and mesmerizing that Shruti couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands in wonder.
"Oh my god.... it's so mesmerizing," she whispered, her eyes shining with delight.
Siddharth nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving Shruti's face. "Indeed," he said softly, a smile playing on his lips as he took in the joy and wonder radiating from Shruti.
As they stood on the balcony, taking in the breathtaking view of the Eiffel Tower, Siddharth gallantly gestured for Shruti to take a seat. He walked over to the table, pulled out the chair for Shruti, and said, "Here," his voice low and courteous.
Shruti smiled, feeling a flutter in her chest at the thoughtful gesture. She sat down in the chair, smoothing out her dress as she did so. Siddharth then took his seat opposite her, his eyes meeting hers across the table.
For a moment, they simply sat there, taking in the stunning view of Paris spread out before them. The Eiffel Tower rose majestically in the distance, its iron latticework glinting in the soft evening light. The city lights twinkled like stars below, casting a magical glow over the entire scene.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses from the vase on the table, and the gentle breeze carried the soft hum of the city. It was a truly romantic setting, and Shruti and Siddharth both felt their hearts swell with emotion as they sat there, savoring the moment.
"Guess participating in the game was worth it after all," Shruti said, her eyes sparkling with delight as she gazed out at the breathtaking view of Paris.
Siddharth nodded in agreement, his smile mirroring hers. They both sat back in their chairs, feeling content and at ease with each other.
A waiter arrived to take their order, and they both decided on a delicious French meal. As they waited for their food to arrive, they chatted and laughed, enjoying each other's company.
Before long, their food arrived, and they dug in, savoring the flavors and textures of the dishes. As they ate, they continued to chat and joke, feeling more and more comfortable with each other.
As they finished their meal, a man appeared at their table, carrying a violin case. He opened the case, revealing a beautiful instrument, and began to play a soft, melodious tune.
Siddharth stood up, his eyes locked on Shruti's, and held out his hand towards her. "May I have this dance, Miss Singh?" he asked, his voice low and courteous.
Shruti's heart skipped a beat as she placed her hand in Siddharth's. He drew her close, his one hand resting on her small waist, and his other hand holding hers. Shruti's free hand came to rest on Siddharth's shoulder, and they both began to sway to the music.
Their eyes were locked, and the world around them melted away. The music, the lights, the city – everything faded into the background as they lost themselves in the magic of the moment.
It was as if the entire universe had come to a standstill, leaving only the two of them, swaying to the rhythm of the violin, their hearts beating as one. The air was filled with an almost palpable sense of romance, and Shruti couldn't help but feel that this was what it meant to be in love.
