Better together

 Deva's heart raced as he ascended the stairs of the luxurious hotel in Dubai. His life had never been filled with such nervous excitement. His hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his tie, ensuring everything was perfect. Glancing at his wristwatch, he realized he was already running late for his first meeting with her. Taking a deep breath, he bravely made his way towards the ballroom.

Upon entering the hall, he was struck by its magnificence. Large chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm light over the intricate floral decorations. The room buzzed with conversations and laughter, creating a lively atmosphere. Deva scanned the crowd, searching for the one familiar face he had been longing to see—a dream he hoped would soon become a reality. And there she was. She captivated him from the moment he laid eyes on her. Dressed in a beautiful green Pakistani outfit, a salwar kameez, her figure complemented the attire perfectly. Her long black hair was pulled back into an elegant bun, accentuating the delicate features of her face. Her initial nervousness was evident as she glanced around the room, until their eyes met, sparking a connection that seemed to illuminate the entire room. Deva's heart skipped a beat as he approached her, extending his hand. "You must be Shireen. I'm Deva. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Shireen smiled shyly, taking his hand in hers. "Yes, I'm Shireen. It's lovely to meet you too, Deva. You're even more handsome in person," she said softly, her voice melodic like a distant flute. They conversed for hours, feeling as comfortable as old friends. Deva was enthralled by her intelligence, sense of humor, and contagious laughter. Shireen, in turn, was charmed by Deva's tales of India and his family. Dreams, fears, aspirations, and insecurities poured out as if they had known each other for a lifetime. As the night progressed, they drew closer, their hands almost touching.

Deva's heart raced as he ascended the stairs of the grand hotel in Dubai. His life had never been so full of nerves. His hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his tie, making sure everything was in place. He glanced at his wristwatch; he was already late for his first meeting with her. He took a deep breath and walked towards the ballroom with all the courage he could muster. The moment he stepped into the hall, he could sense its grandeur. Large chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the elaborate floral centerpieces. Conversations and laughter filled the air. Deva's eyes scanned the crowd for the one familiar face he longed to find—a dream he hoped would come true right before his eyes. And there she was. She captivated him the instant he saw her. Wearing a beautiful green Pakistani outfit, a salwar kameez, her figure did justice to the dress. Her long black hair was swept back and held in a smart bun, revealing the delicate features of her face. Her nervousness became palpable as she looked around the room until finally, their eyes met, and something clicked, like a spark lighting up the entire room. Deva's heart nearly stopped as he approached her. He extended his hand, "You must be Shireen. I'm Deva. It's so nice to finally meet you." Shireen smiled shyly and took his hand in hers, "Yes, I'm Shireen. It's a pleasure to meet you too, Deva. You're even more handsome in person." Her voice was soft, melodious, like the sound of a flute played in the distance. They chatted for hours like old friends. Deva found himself completely engrossed in her intelligence, sense of humor, and contagious laughter. Shireen was equally charmed by Deva's stories of India and his family. Dreams and aspirations, fears and insecurities, all poured out as if they had known each other for years. As the night went on, they moved closer and closer; their hands barely resisted touching each other.

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