Rahul's POV
I came down stairs with Diya standing beside me. I took a chair and waited patiently as Diya served the dinner. She made my favorite Mexican salad and everything on the table was from my favorite menu but the most delicious one was the beauty serving it. The best part was that she's all mine. I wonder sometimes, how did I get so lucky to have her, she sure saved me because had it not been for her I wouldn't have known the beauty of love. I was trying to grab the glass of water when it slipped and broke. I, with an intention of collecting the pieces, ended up getting a cut on my palm. There was nobody there in the dining hall except for Diya and me.
Taking advantage of the opportunity I thought maybe I could get a little naughty with her. "Aaah! my palm hurts", my voice seemed
