The moment Arnav entered the theatre room his eye directly landed on Khushi who seemed only a tad bit better than he had last seen and was ideally sitting on the chair, discussing something about the drama with Sir Brendon. When he took her seat next to her she barely seemed to acknowledge his presence, irritating him for a bit but upon realizing she was in the middle of an important discussion he led that negative feeling fly away from him.

"But its impossible Sir! How am I supposed to be ready for the next scene in two minutes with a costume change over?" He heard her saying, all her facial lines deeply concerned, and even more than that completely flabbergasted with the fact that it was like the fourth time she has raised this objection and it apparently seemed that the fourth time yet again she was going to be ignored.

"Khushi, you will have enough practice done for it over the course of two months for it to happen. We cannot omit the costume change in that scene you know that. It is the most sensitive, and warming scene of the entire play." Sir Brendon explained to her yet again, but she still sharing her head adamantly completely thrown aback by the idea of a costume changeover. She knew she couldn't reach a perfect look in two minutes, that was an unachievable feat.

"There are a lot of other things to look out for too Sir. I can't go on about this costume change over thing for a long time. We aren't even half through the scenes yet." Khushi countered back again, and Arnav had no doubt now, that somehow or the other she was going to get her way even though it seemed unlikely. He knew what Khushi was saying was right but what Sir Brendon was no less right, if he was brought into the conversation he really did not know what to say, and just what he feared happened exactly in the next moment. He was in the middle of two parties that he thought were both right. Stuck.

"Arnav since you are here too now you might as well give your opinion to this issue. I have talked to the script writers and they have told me clearly how critical this changeover is to pull off the whole play. If Jamie and Lindsey's wedding dance goes wrong, we will never be able to convey fully to the audience the degree of loss Jamie feels. (Arnav shakes his head much to Khushi's annoyance) I understand Khushi's concern but I also feel practice should do it. What do you have to say about it?" Sir Brendon put forward the situation to Arnav, his voice tactical and convincing and even though Arnav felt he should have sided with Khushi and made a pair on this, he knew technically his mind was supporting Sir Brendon's presented situation. He felt Khushi's heated anxious gaze on him feeling only slightly guilty about what he was to say.

You gave me love,

you gave me hope

"I agree. (looking at Khushi) Gup..I mean Khushi, we can pull this off with enough practice. We are giving most of our time to this already, we could put in something much more extra to attain perfection. I am up for it if you are." He said his voice diplomatic cleverly throwing the ball into Khushi's court much to her annoyance, and yet again the final verdict landed with her, but she knew well enough that she was cornered, even if she didn't want to she had no choice but to agree.

"This makes two to one. Fine. I'll do it. But we will need the costumes to be ready at a very short notice and yes I will also need a larger prep team for this scene, I can't get off with this alone." Khushi said submissively, obviously cheering up the mood of the drama teacher who had been on low spirits thinking that his female lead did not approve of their plan. He had been appointed as the new drama teacher only this year, and at only 26, he was well aware of the psychic of the teenagers today. Much contrary to criticism from other senior teachers he had somehow managed to keep his spot fixed which had earned him support and good will points from the head master as well as the students.

"Which is why you people will be going off to choose your costumes today with me after school, which means no drama practice today. (Khushi and Arnav only let out a brief sigh of relief) I know guys, this is getting you really on the edge, but if this pay offs, you will both, and all the freshman's will have something to show to this school. (Khushi is about to ask a question) Yes, Khushi I have already taken permission from Arnav and your parents, as well as Principal Hashmani has approved of this visit. So you guys have nothing to worry about, I have everything taken care off." Sir Brendon told them joyfully, and Khushi was now finally grinning, letting go of her gloomy mood, not excited with the prospect of shopping since she hated it, but of the fact that today when she returned home she would be able to sleep much more peacefully without all of her aching bad.

"If you two have no other questions, I have a class with the sophomores to attend." Sir Brendon told them and they nodded, getting up from their seats, following him out of the theatre room to their own classroom, going to the locker room first to collect their books and then to attend the Mathematics period where Vivek was as usually seated on to his seat next to Khushi. As much as he hated Chemistry, more than that he loved Math's, in fact he was a real enthusiast of attending that class, and if somehow by mistake Khushi ever thought of bunking Math's class, she would never really hear the end of it from him. Once she was seated comfortably on her seat, still a bit unnerved with the events of the past, much of the awkwardness and terror had left her, so she had begun to tell Vivek of Arnav and her talk with Sir Brendon.

"I know about that glitch in the script since a long time. I did try to have it edited or somehow have something more reasonable placed in its place but nothing was giving that feel, so we let it be. You will be bowed down before if you manage to pull that off Chun it is more hard on you than on Arnav." Vivek informed of the birth stages of the script and how he always knew a situation like this would arrive sometime or the other. Khushi gave him a half smile, just a second before the Math's Sir entered inside, diverting their attention to the lesson being taught.

There were about four more classes till school went off, and after that course was completed Khushi and Arnav had quietly bid their friends good bye and went directly to the drama room, where they were arranged to meet with their teacher. Entering inside, they figured out he hadn't reached yet, so taking that as a luxury of time both of them took their time out to change into their casual winter clothes, discarding their uniform in their portable bags. Arnav was only zipping his fleece brown jacket when Sir Brendon entered in, briefly apologizing for his delay, and after a while they had set off towards his four wheeler car, Land Cruiser, and hopped inside having all the space and comfort in the world to relax.

"Where are we going?" Khushi asked even before he put the key in the ignition and he simply answered about a good boutique with formal clothes in the same street as Stanford Shopping Center on El Camino Read at Sand Hill Road. From the school campus, it was a considerable fifteen minute ride and Khushi-Arnav were both just glad to have gotten enough time to just relax. Even though this was supposed to be a quite affair, with Khushi' resting her head against the soft head rest, eyes closed, freeing herself from all the worries that her mind held. Arnav had been noticing her stiff form all day. She hadn't said anything, atleast they hadn't talked much after the locker scene, and had remained mostly aloof from each other all day.

"Gupta, do you want to talk about it?" Arnav asked her in what was a conversational tone, but held more emotion to it than it actually showed. For a brief minute she was confused as to what he was referring to but when it hit her she suddenly grew grave and shook her head in slow motion.

"No not right now. Maybe later." She told him dimly, closing her eyes back again, and he sighed to himself, busying himself to look outside the window, at the medium sized buildings of Stanford. If there was one thing Stanford wasn't popular for it was the best infrastructure. The infrastructure here was well suited to the needs of the population but apart from that no fancy sky scrapers, or lavish bill boards adorned the carefully planned city. He had been living here since the last three years, and this path was one of the most taken roads that he had taken and observed. His eyes switched back to Khushi and then the scene outside, clicking in his mind how those three years were nothing compared to the last seven months. Everything had changed. Stanford wasn't special to him before, but now it was.

You gave me love

You gave me hope

Fifteen minutes later, they pulled into the now quite garment street at El Camino, finding a suitable place to park the car, and jumped out of the car, following Sir Brendon who had taken the lead. Arnav checked on her for about the millionth time now, but she hadn't bother to notice, or even if she had she hadn't really acknowledged it and was quietly following their drama teacher inside the shop. The moment they entered the three story boutique; eloquent fabrics of all kinds met their eye, the glitter around them blinding them for a brief second. Khushi had only resisted the urge to let her jaw drop low, upon marveling the exquisite sample designs. But what caught her attention were the shoes and accessories department, the ground floor mainly consisting of it. As they talked to the shop owner, they were told that ladies gowns were on the very last floor while men's wear was just one floor up.

Not saying much, Arnav and Khushi made their way towards the staircase, walking beside each other, but stopped only half way noticing that there drama teacher was not following them up the stairs.

"Arent you coming with us?" Khushi asked confused, causing Sir Brendon to shake his head to and fro.

"No. I actually thought you guys would like to choose alone and wouldn't want my bothersome ideas around. (Arnav and Khushi give a half smile) I will leave you two to that, you guys obviously know what you want for yourself best without me interfering in it. Besides there are helpers everywhere to assist you, but, if you still want me to come then I will." Sir Brendon told them in his usual easy going joyful tone, both Arnav and Khushi exchanging glances, though Khushi was only slightly apprehensive with sticking around Arnav while choosing clothes, Arnav knew exactly what he wanted to do.

"No, that is alright Sir. Thankyou. We will see ourselves up." Arnav said in a polite tone much more drastic than the way he used to act around his friends or just people his age or area. Sir Brendon walked away, notifying them that when they were done, they should give him a call, and he would be there. Both of them nodded, and made their way upstairs while he left the stores turning into a dark alley way at the corner of the street.

"We can choose yours first." Khushi told him, sure of the fact that a question to this answer was going on in his mind. Arnav only nodded, and the two of them made their way to countless racks of designer formal shirts all varying in fabric, sizes, patterns and colors. He was least bothered what he had to wear, and the fact that Khushi was even more lazy about shopping was only an added disadvantage to him. Thinking over the situation in his mind, he causally skimmed over shirts, from a shiny fabric cloth, Khushi beside him bushing her fingers through the other rack. He had almost reached the end dis interested when a sales girl walked towards them carrying a graceful smile and an even toned body towards him.

"May I help you Sir?" She asked him in sic-kingly sweet voice, immediately making him dislike her, not that he liked her anyway, and for a moment he considered batting his eyes at her, but seeing Khushi only half interested in choosing clothes, he knew he could do with some professional help. He told her what he was looking for, trying to be as professional as possible and she after giving him a good approving look directed him to the entire opposite side of the room where Khushi was still vaguely moving shirts about. It was only moments later after they had left that she realized Arnav wasn't around, going slightly frantic with the one shirt she had chosen, and made her way through the maze of racks, only to find a most disturbing sight in front of her.

Arnav was standing their clad in a shiny greyish-black shirt, the sales girl practically leaning on to him, adjusting his collar, and his loosely tied tie, instigating the green eyed monster within Khushi. Her hands instinctively moved towards her shoe, grabbing it out to aim it straight at the stupid sales girl, who for some reason had made Arnav smile. Swallowing all her anger inside, going mad with fury, she stomped towards the duo of them, the sales girl uncomfortably shifting away from Arnav sensing Khushi's presence but that look of ecstasy was not fading.

To describe Arnav's reaction as startled would be an under estimation at the way he was raising his eye brows at Khushi, noting down her completely mad with fury, murderous look at the sales girl.

"Here. I got you this. (Looking at the sales girl) Ms. (noting down her name on the badge) Coppers, we can manage our selves here. If there is any help that we might need, I will be sure to call you." Khushi said her voice curt, and tartly arrogant, even though she had tried her best to dissolve the anger from her voice. The sales girl who was ultimately flustered by Khushi's fierce reaction gave Arnav one last look, and oddly left the vicinity leaving the two of them alone.

"What was all that Gupta?" Arnav asked her amazed at the way she had treated the sales girl, but even more flabbergasted by the fact that she could be that harsh.

"That is what I should be asking you. What the hell was all that? Don't tell me you don't know anything, that girl was practically all over you!" Khushi burst out loud, her tone much more higher than she intended, voice not even the least bit masking the disgust and jealousy in her voice.

"What The? She was just adjusting my collar, since you were least interested in sticking around." Arnav replied back even more raspily, hitting Khushi with guilt square on the face, it occurring to her now, that how ignorant she was being of him. Still not letting the anger go, but it considerably cooling down into a good amount of guilt, she took the easier path out of all this, escape into a state of denial.

"Here. (handing him the shirt she was still holding on to) I want you to try this out." Khushi told him in a more relaxed tone, and even though he was fuming too, he managed to let go of it too, and nodded, taking quick paced steps before disappearing into the changing room. While she waiting for him to appear, her eyes dodged about on the area where pants were kept, having only a fair idea of what size would suit Arnav, she picked up sleet black pants in a range of sizes, and carried them towards the changing room.

"Arnav take these too. Whichever fits you just wear it and come out." Khushi told him through the closed door, and he opened the door ajarly, poking out his hand from the slit that was open and took the hangers of pants from her hands, his fingers lightly brushing with her, sending shivers of ecstasy down her spine. Quickly backing away she waited now for him to come out completely, her eyes still darting around for anymore potentially good looking shirts. It was only the creak of the changing room door that she heard was opening that she spinned around, her breathe caught somewhere between her lungs at the terrific sight of him.

This runaway heart

it's running to you

He walked out of the changing room, looking apprehensive of what he was wearing, but still managed to keep a stiff handsome posture, delighting her to no extent. She had never known he could be this handsome, his biceps stuck to the shiny fabric of the shirt, curving their outlines, hanging only slightly loose, from his stomach giving him the most drop dead gorgeous appearance that she couldn't possibly fathom to imagine. The way she looked at him completely bowled over and star struck by his appearance made him give out his signature lop sided smile, saving her only with enough breathe to not swoon down right at the moment. But only a moment later having had friction restored inside her muscles, she took quick strides towards him, her nose scrunched up into an expression of displease.

She was standing right in front of him, only a breathe apart, standing on tip toe, and let her fingers aimlessly but subtly wander over his chest until she had reached the area which had caused her displeasure and leaned into him, practically sticking to him to adjust his collar correctly. Lost in adjusting his collar, she had ultimately failed to notice, the way he was staring at her, his heart hammering hard inside him at the close proximity she was at from him. He looked at her dazed, wrapping his hand around her waist, pulling her further more closer to him and for a minute she just stilled and stopped doing what she was, looking up at him slightly confused.

"What?" She asked him mostly out of confusion but the pleasure of being so close to him couldn't be masked from her voice.

"Just holding you close." He replied back in a thickly passionate husky voice, sniffing in her scent, his pupils turning into a shade of darker brown with every second that passed. She had nothing to say but plant a small smile on her face and nod, getting back to correcting the way he had tied his tie as if he was tired of the entire world. The moment her fingers brushed against the bare skin of his neck, he retreated one of his hands from her waist and held her hand immediately realizing she felt icy cold.

"You are cold." He murmured inside her ear, burying his face on the crook of her neck much to her own surprise she felt urgent desire to kiss him invade all her senses. She shivered tediously wrapped in his warm embrace her teeth chattering inside her.

"You are hot." She breathed heavily, resting her chin only barely at his shoulder, and a huge grin spread all across his face and he pulled her closer to himself, practically hugging her now the warmth of something that her cold body yearned for. Her words made him remind of something, something that felt so far off now, he was in awe with how time changed things.

Her touch on him, evoked sensations in him, and caused him instantly to put his free hand around her to stabilize her position, feeling her rising hot temperature.

"Gupta,..why are you so hot?"he asked a bit worried, and as soon as he uttered the words, he realized how weird they must have sounded like.

"What?", she demanded, almost losing her state of mind, as the nostalgic feeling only grew by every seconds that they were sitting in together.

"Nothing," he mumbled in embarrassment to himself, but still concerned about her rising temperature asked her why was her body temperature rising, this time choosing his words carefully before he uttered them.

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"You are hot." She said dreamy eyed, his movements going stationary right at the moment, eyeing her in a weird way, as she realized what she had said, and kept her hand on her mouth, blurting a muffled sorry and fleeing away from his point going towards where Vivek was sitting observing the two of them, her entire face flushing with red color. Arnav looked as she clumsily made her way towards Vivek shaking his head at her oddness, and silly behavior a small smile which he was unaware of, creeping up on his face.

"We need to get you another shirt and look at my dresses too." She reminded him after some while, as he opened his eyes at the sound of her soft voice entering his ears, and slowly though disapprovingly he let go off her, her stepping away from him, but his expressions were light and sober, the second his eyes landed with hers seeing the twinkle in them that he so longed for nothing could stop himself from smiling. She blushed heavily, her fair creamy skin going all red, and she turned away from him, reached out for his hand and grasped it tightly, pulling him behind her to another rack of shirts these white tinted with hues of black and grey. Fishing out a shirt that was his size she gave it to him her hands considerably warmer and more steady now.

"This should do it I think. Then we can go upstairs." She told him, her hazel colored eyes shining brightly and he gave her a nod of agreement, barely walking away before he had turned back within seconds and had ever so lightly pecked her on the cheek, inhaling her scent as he sexily whispered into her ears.

it's running to you

and even though it might be hard

to you it's not so far

"It's okay if you swoon this time. Just don't go cold." He whispered into a breezy tone, her heart fluttering like a caged bird inside her rib cage, causing numerous havoks when his warm lips rubbed on the tip of ears, and before she could give a reaction, much to her utter disbelief he winked at her and strode off to the changing room disappearing inside. It had all been so quick she had barely got time to memorize the details or give her mind a chance to figure out her feelings. She knew her feelings were all over the place, but mostly she now knew too well, her feelings were all over him. Something inside her jumped so forcefully, she was caught drawing for breathe in the chilly air that surrounded however her mind had already figured out where that feeling came from. Remembrance.

"Wh? I think you should go to sleep now Gupta. Your brain seems to be mal functioning." He charged back on her, lightly removing his hand away from her grip, and made his way down the stairs, almost when he was half way through she leaned in towards the edge of the bed, holding on to his hand, to stop him from moving. He looked up at her baffled, and before he knew what was happening, hanging on the thread of falling, she drew her lips closer to his cheeks and planted a loving kiss on cheek. The amazement that he felt could not be seen clearly in the dimly lit tent, nor the furious way she was blushing, which she was most thankful to but he stood there staring at her, as she let go of his hand and moved in back inside towards her bed. Instead of going down out of the tent, he had started to take steps upwards, her entire state going frenzy right then.

Just like he did not know when it happened, she did not know when his entire body had inched towards her half laying form, and leaned in closer to plant a kiss on her cheek, his hot lips appearing to be distantly foreign to the cold temperature of her body.

"It's not always you who gets to do things to me only." Arnav whispered in a low, sexy voice in her ear, moving down quickly from the stairs, and vanishing into the thin fog of the night, leaving her back to ponder over his own last words.

Khushi was still reeling from the shock of the kiss, and the feelings of pleasure that were running wild inside her when he appeared out of the changing room, apparently returning back to his non interested looks. This time though she felt like she should have swooned, she controlled herself to not touch or even get into breathe reach from him, but from a fair distance gave him an approving nod much to his disappointment, and mildly sighing to himself he went inside yet again this time coming out with a bundle of chosen clothes wearing his own casuals on himself.

"I'll go deposit it and then we can go upstairs." Khushi offered and he refused to release her hand which he had grasped only a while ago, shaking his head.

"We will go together" He said in his usual airy husky voice, a smile lightening up her face, and she nodded, as the two of them walked over to the other side of the counter where a sales girl lazily sat to have the items chosen deposited, and once they were done waking her up they handed over Arnav's clothes to her, briskly walking upstairs, their mood a lot more better when they had entered, in fact even the friction between them was at its highest.

This runaway heart

Once they were upstairs, Khushi scanned the room for preferable gowns but nothing really seemed to match her taste or what she had actually desired for.

"What color?" Arnav asked her, willing to help her choose, personally, even though he had little of his mind into all of this, he did ultimately want Khushi to wear something that he chose. It was just an inside feeling that he had and being him, he was going to stick with it.

"Same as yours. White wedding dress. Blue and Black gown. Or just something on those lines." She said vaguely, and he nodded, dragging her towards a rack of exquisite gowns that he had only just spotted in white color. Reaching there, she smiled at the way he was interested in helping her out, falling more and more in love with him for it, and for his sake, looked carefully at the gowns trying to find something that matched her taste.

"Gupta this?" He held out a glamorous looking gown, that had black satin as capped sleeves, delicate silver embroidery on the upper half of the dress, a thick glittery silver sash separating the lower half, that were just plain frails with sequences spread all over it. Taking in the breath taking sight of the gown she gasped more in shock than in awe, a delighted expression coming on her face, not believing how in the world Arnav knew what she would like so well. Guess he did know her after all, she finally decided.

"I'll go try it." She said happily as well as thankful and he while grinning at her nodded, when she vanished into the changing room, making him shake his head in infatuation at her crazy ways. While she was gone he took the opportunity to look around for a blue and black gown which he knew was mainly her prime focus of her dress since she was going to wear it throughout the play except for a few exceptions. At the far end of the room his eyes caught blue satin aimlessly flying, and he made his way there, only to be further disappointed with the kind of gowns that were hanging. He knew she would be out any moment, and he was running out of time to find something, so quickly his nerve cells lightening up into quick thinking he made his way down the stairs most assuredly finding the sales girl they had met earlier sitting on a small stool. Upon seeing him approach she readily got up to her feet, pacing towards her, her eyes shining with lust, and smile deadingly hot much to his own annoyment.

"Do you need anything?" She asked him, standing in a posture that most of her breasts were heaving out of the white dress shirt she wore, her knee length skirt, having had a deep cut in him giving easy access of him to see. Drawing his eyes away from her s**tty ways he got directly down to business.

"A blue and black gown. There isn't any up stairs. If you could.." Arnav was unsure how best was he supposed to say what he expected the sales girl to do. Now that he thought of it, it just sounded plain dumb to even have considered the thought of approaching her. If there weren't any classy gowns the way Khushi would want upstairs what made him think the sales girl could help with it? Probably going to invent something for me, he sarcastically chided himself.

"We have a reserved piece by a high profile customer. I am not sure if you take it, but you can see if that's what you want." He girl told him still main ting her s**tty manner, but he was here for business and he didn't care what it took of him, he wasn't going without it anywhere, at least not until he had seen.

"I will take it, if I like it." Arnav told her firmly, and she raised a deadly devilish eye bow at him, her red lips curving up into a masterful smirk.

"I don't think that's possible..but.." She told her testingly, letting her words hang loose in the air, making him react exactly the way she would like him to.

"But?" He asked her impatiently raising his eye brows at her thumping his head ever so lightly on the carpeted floor beneath, annoyed with how she was pulling the ropes that usually he held.

"..but some extra favour's can fix it." The sales girl named Sally Copper told him finally, her cat like greenish eyes boring into him, and swallowing a lump into his throat, thinking over his current situation all and about then finally nodded.

"Alright."

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Meanwhile upstairs Khushi, came out of the dressing room, fidgeting about with her dress, feeling extremely uncomfortable and threatened with how she was going to carry this ass of a thing on stage. Let alone dance in it. She was well aware of the fact that how she kept tripping over and over again on her lehenga at Diwali, and even before, dresses and gowns was just not her thing. Cursing the script writers for this was bad idea she had decided, they hadn't wished this on her, it was societies fault she finally decided. What with the gowns, and silk and satin, and whatever to look feminine, and classy. If jeans and t-shirt couldn't do it she wasn't sure why all of this could. Snapping out of her 'I hate everyone' mood, her eyes moved about from corner to corner looking for Arnav who apparently seemed to have disappeared from the face of Earth.

"Arnav? Where are you?" She called out, dragging her feet across the room with the gown thought lavishly elegant, but still stupid for her taste rubbing against the carpeted floor. The moment she heard the echo of her own voice blast the empty room, she realized how evidently idiotic and silly she sounding asking something like that. In fact saying it the way she had made it sound triple the times worst. It was like the evil bad joker calling out for Batman or something, at least something along those lines, she irked beyond belief admitted to herself.

Seconds later she saw him rushing towards her a gown in his hand, perspiring so heavily if she hadn't known better she would have guessed he was back from the gym or something. Still the confused expression on her face did not leave, but the moment he drew more closer now, barely out of breathe, her eyes fell on the gown in her hand, this time her jaw dropping low in a insanely comical expression, the extravagant sight before her thrilling and stunning her to no extent.

"This..this..is beautiful Arnav. (Arnav grins) Where did you find it?" Khushi asked reeling back from her shock, inching towards him to touch the soft satin of the gown, the shades exactly the ways he had wanted, it was like he had brought it straight out of her dream.

"Do you like it?" Arnav asked her warmly, sure by her over whelming reaction that the answer would be in the affirmative but well one could never be too sure about anything.

"I..love it. It is the most..amazing thing..I have ever seen.. (her cheeks going crimson and eyes holding his) maybe..the most amazing thing..after YOU." She said in a misty, madly in love voice, and his eyes tenderly held on to hers, emanating the showers of love the interpretation of which she had wrapped up as a delusional thought from her side.

"Go wear it. I am waiting here." Arnav told her, handing over the gown to her and she took it, giving him an ecstatic smile, and turned around but stopped half way turning back around catching him rubbing his lips furiously, weird-ing her out for a second but she let it go, when he raised a questioning look at her.

"This. (Indicating to the gown she was currently clad in) Is this fine?" She asked him apprehensively, coming back into reality and remembering why she was clad in a wedding gown in the first place. He gave her a good look, his eyes turning into a shade of dark brown, like something gracefully passionate was cooking up in her mind.

"If you ever marry, you would be wearing this." He told her in an assured voice, not giving any direct compliments, the oh-so-lovely cheesy ones, which he wasn't good at it, he was more the kind of person who could string words to make deep meaningful phrases. The blush hearing this that crept on her face, made her for red as a tomatoes, and before she drowned herself in any more embarrassment, she turned back on her heel towards the changing room her mind forming the most blissful of fantasies on her way back.

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