Punishment served.
P V Os - Coffee Crush
"Dammit!!" Yash exclaimed as the cup of coffee fell out of his hand and onto the floor. Luckily he had had presence of mind to move so that the coffee did not land on his suit. Some landed on is shoes and some splattering at the bottom of his pants.
"I'm sorry" said the girl that he had knocked into. She had gotten up from the table that she was sitting at and stepped in front of him.
"Why don't you look where you are going?" he snapped.
"I don't have eyes at back of my head. You walked into me and yet when I apologise you are being so rude."
Yash looked at her in complete and utter annoyance.
"You know what, I don't have time for this." He said and he walked past her.
Aarti looked at him as he was walking. She was livid. He didn't leave the coffee shop, instead he went to sit at one of the tables and took his laptop out of his bag and got into what he was busy with. She could see the stress on his face. He was obviously very pre-occupied. He looked at his laptop intently. He was actually very good looking she thought. In fact he was hot, just like she liked her coffee, she thought. Her ire ebbed and she had an idea.
Yash looked up as a cup of coffee was put on the table in front of him.
"I am really sorry. I can see that you pre-occupied. I didn't know what you prefer so I got you a just a normal Americano coffee. I got extra sugar and hot milk, I just felt you needed it. And look the barista made you a smiley face. I really hope whatever is stressing you out so much, turns out really, really well. All the best." She said and with a brilliant smile and walked off.
He was too surprised to say anything. She had taken the wind out of his sails completely. And as he was looking at her while she was talking he realised how beautiful she was. And her voice was intoxicating. He lips were full and her eyes where mesmerising.
He was pre-occupied. Otherwise he would have definitely have noticed how sexy she was. He'd had very little sleep. This presentation was weighing heavily on him. Their company was once one of the most successful events companies in India, however his father had not really moved with the times and they lost a huge amount of market share to their competitors. And it took so much effort and persuasion from him to convince his father to allow him to bring in new and fresh ideas. He was so set in his ways. He had to literally sit him down and show him the declining figures for him to realise the severity of the situation. For the past year, things have been picking up with him now at the helm of Scindiya Events Inc. And if they could get this contract, it would be the biggest they had secured in years. It was for the wedding of the very prestigious and influential Dubey and Khuranna families. And he had stretched his creative juices to the max. Being just good was not going to be enough. He had to stand out to make an impact with these people. As he couldn't sleep he got up early and came to this coffee shop opposite Dubey House to go over his presentation, when he knocked into her and spilled his coffee.
She was right, he walked into her but because he was overwrought, he snapped at her. And yet, she was so nice as to come and apologise to him. So instead of getting a quick on the go paper cup of coffee, he now had this. A cup of coffee with a smiley face. And the image of a smiley faced beauty in his mind. He took a sip of the coffee after adding the sugar and smiled. All of a sudden so much of the tension that he was feeling was gone. He smiled to himself. He wondered if he would ever see his Coffee Crush again. He hoped so.
It was unusual for a wedding presentation to be done at an office this early but apparently some of the family members were leaving for abroad later that day. Both families would be there. He was met by the P.A of Satyendra Dubey, the father of the bride. He set up his laptop for the presentation and greeted the family members as they were filing into the boardroom.
He was introduced by the mother of the bride Shoba Dubey. She was the one that liked his work at a family member's wedding and contacted him. He started his presentation by introducing himself and giving a short history of their company. Then the door opened and laughter filled the room. He was shocked to see the very same beauty of earlier and an attractive man accompany her and they were laughing and talking as they entered the boardroom with breakfast snacks and tea and coffee.
"Sorry, Mr. Scindiya. This is Amaan Khuranna, the groom and this is my daughter. Always the rowdy one." he mother pinched her cheeks
"Yes, mother. Who was the one that told me to get the snacks." she said laughingly.
"Fancy meeting you here." looking at him with a bright smile and went to sit next to Amaan.
Again he was taken aback by her. Almost nervous again. And intensely disappointed that his Coffee Crush was none other than the bride of his biggest prospective client. But he pulled himself together as he had to keep his eyes on the prize. Getting the contract.
As he carried on with his presentation, he noticed the closeness between the couple. They made notes and smiled and talked to each other throughout his presentation.
Finally he was done and was packing away. The mothers came to have a word with him and they seemed impressed. He was about ready to go when he heard the now familiar voice.
"See, it wasn't so bad." She said.
"No, it actually wasn't." He replied.
"You need to know Mr. Scindiya that I am the most important person here. I am the one that has the final say. I am the one that needs to be impressed."
"And were you? Impressed I mean."
"Very much so. I firmly believe that you can't do anything without a cup of coffee first thing in the morning. I think that had everything to do with your successful presentation."
"I that so. So all my hard work counts for naught. It was only the coffee. And I am not really big on coffee."
"Really? I love it. It's my proverbial hug in a mug. I looove it so much."
"More than ...
"Aaru, we have to go. Otherwise we will miss the flight." Amaan said.
"Coming. Nice meeting you Mr. Scindiya." she said with that smile again with a naughty glint in her eyes.
Two weeks later he was sitting in his office.
"Sir, your appointment has arrived." his PA said.
"Send her in."
"Mr. Scindiya, how are you. Look what I have. She held up two cups of coffee. One of my favourites. Hazelnut Cappuccino." She sat down without being invited.
"So you know you have the contract by now right. Mom told me she had let you know. There are just one of two things that I want to go over with you. Mostly concerning the design of the mandap. The menu will be decided later. But I really loved your ideas. They were simply superb. You are really have a flare for this. We have chosen the best, I just know it. But before the wedding we have to discuss something else."
"Good morning, Miss Dubey. Thank you for the coffee."
"Pleasure."
"Is this the norm for you?"
"What?"
"Asserting your presence everywhere. You and your coffee. You don't greet, you just come in here and start talking."
"Would you like me to go back out and do it all over again so I can do it differently?"
"No. I suppose not."
"Taste the coffee and tell me if it's good."
He took a sip.
"It's ok."
She looked so disappointed. He smiled.
"Ok, it's really good."
Her face immediately brightened with a smile.
"So what did you need to discuss."
"The engagement."
"Ok."
"Our families are both so well-known and it will have to be as big as the wedding. But once the usual rituals have been completed, we want to have a party. Something that will go down well with both the older folk and does not bore the young people to tears. That will have to be one months' time. Do you think you can do that?"
"Yes. Shall I arrange another presentation?"
"Not necessary. I trust you. But you can e-mail me your plans and we can get together and discuss it. It will be at our house. You should come around to see what it looks like to do your planning."
"And will you be there."
"Of course. I will make you a cup of coffee." She smiled broadly again. "You can come for dinner if you like."
"I will let you know when I can make it."
"What about this Friday. That is if you don't already have plans?"
He looked at her surprised.
"I don't have plans so I suppose I could."
"I have your number. I will send the address. I have to go now. Thank you for everything. I'm so glad you enjoyed the coffee. Good bye." she got up and left.
He didn't know what to make of her. She was so unlike anyone that he had ever met. And he liked her a way too much for a client. He decided that he was not going to see her alone anymore. He was having decadent thoughts about her. And this contract was way too important to their business. She was the bride for goodness sake. He had to get her out his mind. She was off limits.
********
The house was huge. He was sitting in the lounge waiting.
"Mr. Scindiya, welcome to our humble abode"
He turned around and saw her walking down the stairs. She was wearing an informal Grecian dress with flat sandals. Her hair was loose and she looked absolutely stunning.
"Miss Dubey. This is anything but humble."
She smiled.
"Sorry, my parents decided on the spur of the moment that they were going to the Goa. And my sister is still not back from Europe. But I can show you around. Follow me."
The idea was to have the party in the garden, weather permitting. And of course a contingency in the event of bad weather. But you I love the rain. I could dance in the rain any day. In fact, it's a favourite pass time of mine since I was a child."
He tried not to think of her drenched in the rain with her clothes clinging to her voluptuous body. And her long beautiful mane wet framing her face.
He only came too when he was conscious of her snapping her fingers in front of him.
"I am talking to you and you are ignoring me."
"Well, can you go slower? I can't keep up with you. I think it's all the caffeine that you ingest." He said but thought, if only he could ignore her.
She laughed.
"Amaan says the same."
They threw ideas around and then she led him to the patio where one of the helpers were setting the table for dinner.
"You didn't have to do dinner just for me."
"I invited you for dinner didn't I? It would have been rude to cancel. Come sit down.
"So tell me how you met Amaan."
"We've know each other forever. Dad and his father are best friends. So he has always been around. He is my best friend. My confidante. I am so lucky to have someone like him in my life. I just love him to bits."
"Where is he tonight?"
"He was supposed to be here but had a last minute invitation to watch a cricket match. But he trusts me to handle all this. In fact the whole family is kinda leaving all the planning to me."
"I see."
"So what do you do when you don't plan functions?"
"I have recently taken over the business from my father so I have been busy with that. I run and box for exercise and I come from a close knit family. So we spend a lot of time together. But most of my time has been taken up with work."
"And how is that going."
"It's hugely challenging but getting better."
"But you are so good. Surely the contracts must be flooding in."
"Well, business was slow and since I took over, it has been getting better. That is why I was so stressed that morning that I pitched to your family."
"Well you have done a stellar job."
He felt at ease talking to her about these things. They had a comfortable chat and too soon dinner was over.
"So, is there a Mrs. Scindiya or a girlfriend of Mr. Scindiya?"
"Nope, I don't have time for that. Ma wants to arrange a marriage for me but I am not interested at the moment."
"What a pity?"
"Why?"
"Just" she shrugged.
"Anyway, I have to go now."
"Not yet. The coffee remember. Go sit at the pool. I will bring the coffee."
He nodded his head.
He was sitting on of the pool chairs when she came with the coffee. There was a heart formed with the froth in the coffee.
"Do you have your own barista?"
"No. I am passionate about coffee so I did a barista course recently. Do you like?"
"Mmm" he smiled.
They drank their coffee in silence.
She looked at him as he was sipping his coffee. He was so cute. No not cute. He was handsome and sexy. He sipped the coffee and some froth settled at corner of his mouth. She instinctively reached to wipe it away with her finger. She was so close to him. And their gazes caught. She couldn't pull hers away. She had this crazy urge to kiss him. She moved closer to him ...
"Miss Dubey, I have to go." he moved away abruptly.
"You don't have to."
"Yes, I have to. I will e-mail the engagement party details to you when I have finalised them. There is no need to meet again. I will work on what I know of the venue.
He got up and left. She was embarrassed and incredibly disappointed. She had so hoped ... For the first time she was experiencing those feelings that Arpita always tried to explain to her when she spoke of Amaan. She had always laughed it off, thinking it sounded farfetched. And since the day she met him she had developed those same feelings. And it was getting stronger. She had planned all of this and he wasn't even interested in her. She would do well to remember that. From now on it would just be business. She was so upset with herself for throwing herself at a man that was clearly not interested and now she had to still work with him. And she couldn't disappoint Arpita now. She was still studying in Europe and because Aarti was the creative one of the two of them, she was happy to leave all the wedding planning to her sister. She would do this for her sister but as far as she could would keep away from him.
He had been at the house for two days on and off making preparations for the engagement party. He wondered where she was. He didn't even see her once. And now it was almost time. Amaan and the rest of her family were here.
"Where is the intended bride?" He asked Amaan."
"Those sisters always take so long to get ready. They will be here soon. Ahh, here they come."
Yash looked around. She took his breath away. She wore a stunning lehenga choli with a strappy top and bare back, with just two straps tied at the back. Her hair was tied up and you could still see the tendrils hanging down even though her head was covered.
Then he saw someone behind her. She was dressed more formally as the intended bride in a green and gold saree. She went to sit next to Amaan. He could see the adoration on Amaan's face when she appeared.
He felt as if a the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders . He could breathe again. His heart was beating again at the realisation. She was not the one getting engaged. She was not the one getting married. Her sister was. How did he miss that? He had just assumed that because she said she loved Amaan, she was the bride. But from what he saw now, it was evident what was between them was a bond of friendship. The bride and groom were clearly very much in love.
The party was almost over. His workers had already started clearing up. He saw standing on the balcony. The pallu was removed and her hair was blowing in the gentle breeze. She looked so perfect.
"You have to come by me, you know."
"What?" he looked quizzically at Amaan.
"She is very important to me. She is closer than a sister."
"Is it that obvious?"
"To me yes. But she has that effect on most guys. However, most guys do not have the same effect on her?'
"Do I?"
"What do you think?"
He wasn't sure what to think.
"It's the third door to the right. My in-laws have left to stay at their beach house as they knew the party would run late and didn't want to retire in the noise. You can go."
"Thank you."
Amaan nodded.
"But can you help me?"
"Of course"
She was deep in thought. This was supposed to be a happy day. Two of the people she loved most in the world were making this big commitment and they were so happy. But she has spent most of the day, trying to avoid him. It wasn't difficult as he was busy. But he heart was in pieces. She was in love with him and he wanted nothing to do with her.
"Aarti" she heard behind her.
She turned around."
"What are you doing in my bedroom?"
"I came to see you of course."
"Why?"
"Just" he shrugged.
"You have to leave."
"I have coffee for you. It was a very clever idea of yours to have a coffee station with a barista tonight. It is quite chilly."
"No thank you."
"No? For coffee?"
"I am tired I want to go to bed."
"After the coffee."
He took her hand and dragged her to her desk.
"Would you like this one?"
She looked at it and looked away. But she looked back and looked at him in shock.
It said: "I love you."
"Or would you like this one?"
She looked at the second one. It said.
"Marry me."
Mr. Scindiya..."
"If we are to be married then you should really start calling me Yash."
"Married? You, Me, Us?"
"Yes, Aarti, You, Me, Us. If you say yes."
"But, you didn't even want to kiss me that day."
"Because as thorough was I was, I didn't bother to find out who the bride was. I thought you were the bride Aarti?'
"You thought I was the bride?" she said surprised.
"Yes."
"You thought I was the bride! How could you. If I was the bride, then why would I want to kiss you, huh? What do you think of me? And what do you think of yourself. That you are so irritable to a betrothed woman, huh?" She looked at him angrily and advanced on him, causing him to walk backward.
"Sweetheart calm down. I was so torn. I wanted to kiss you so badly, but I couldn't because I thought, you know ...
"I know!!!"
He bent down on one knee.
"Don't be angry, baby. I have been so miserable thinking that you are getting married. My heart was broken. And now you are fighting with me. I love you, I love you so much. Marry me, please."
"Why should I?"
"Because you are my one and only Coffee Crush, I fell in love with you the moment you spilled that coffee on me."
"I did not ..."
He laughed.
"How can I live without out you oh Spunky, sexy one? Again I ask, please marry me.'
"Fine, I will marry you." she said still looking angry.
"Ok?" he said "So does that mean, you love me?'
"Yes, but you put me through all kinds of hell for the past month."
"I promise I will make up for it."
"How?"
He got up off his knees and grabbed her to him and kissed her passionately.
Finally they were both breathless.
Forgiven?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Love me?"
"So much."
"I can't give you what you are used to here, but I promise I will work hard to get to a place where you can live like you are accustomed to."
"Yash, I love you. Material things doesn't matter. As long as I have you."
"I have to ask your parents' permission and I hope they will accept."
"The will. As long as I am happy."
"I will let Ma and Bauji contact them."
"Yes," she said and hugged him.
"You haven't even danced with me yet my Coffee Crush."
"So let's dance."
He took her in harms and started to dance slowly. Her head in his chest. Then she looked up at him, smiling. His lips came down and captured hers.
"Baby, I have to go now. Else I won't be responsible for my actions. First let's get permission, ok."
"Ok."
He reluctantly left her. She floated to her bed, as if she was walking on a cloud. Her happiness knew no bounds.
******
Her first meeting with her in laws went very well. They welcomed her with open arms. She loved his home. It was not as big as theirs but by any standard they were affluent too. Despite the fact that the business had not been doing well. And it was clear that everyone believed that he would restore the company to its former glory. Both her father and his were confident in this. And she was confident too. But she wanted his success only for him. So he could be happy.
Yash's fear that he would not be accepted by his in laws were unfounded as well. His future father in law respected him as a man and a business man. And when they found out that she was in love with him, they did not hesitate to agree to the wedding. Now she was in his home for the first time. He felt so happy. It already felt as if she belonged there. Arpita and Amaan had come along. And finally the elders excused them and they went to his room. But what they did not know was that each couple used the time to be alone. Arpita and Amaan in Yash's bedroom and Aarti and Yash in his study on the couch.
The kisses were hot and heavy and his hands were under her top when there was a knock on the door.
"Aaru, we have to go now." they head Amaan.
They hastily made themselves decent.
Yash opened the door.
"I don't want to go." Aarti said holding on to Yash.
"Aaru come please, Mom and Dad are calling us to go home." said Arpita.
"No, she said and buried her head in his chest."
"Baby, you have to go." Yash said.
"Aaru, stop being stubborn. How will it look if your parents and in laws find you here. Being a bahu of ill repute."
"I don't care." she pouted.
"I do" said Amaan. "They will throw you out. Now come."
"Sorry, Amaan, Arpita." yash said.
"No need. I am used to this. All my life I have been getting her out of situations." replied Amaan like a typical older brother.
"Baby, we will be together soon. Now you have to go."
"Fine. But one last kiss" she whispered in his ear.
Amaan rolled his eyes and walked away giving them some privacy,
They had decided to have a double wedding as Yash and Aarti did not want to wait long. They didn't even want the big engagement, only to be married.
He had carried her up to their bedroom and put her down gently on the bed. He kissed her and went to the bathroom.
"Just give me a few minutes, sweetheart" he said as he went the bathroom.
He came out and she was sitting in the middle of the bed, her veil covering her face. He went to sit next to her and lifted her veil. He looked at her but her eyes were lowered.
"Look at me, Aarti"
She lifted her head and her breath caught at what she saw in his face. The intensity of his love for her.
"I love you, honey. You looked so beautiful today. I can't express how happy I am that you are mine." He gave her soft but intimate kiss.
He removed her veil and started removing her jewellery, then her clothes. And when she was in her underwear, he carried her to the bathroom. It was dimly lit with candles and rose petals, in the water.
"Yash" she said and looked at him in complete adoration.
"A perfect ending to a perfect day. I know you must be tired."
"But you did all the work."
He just smiled as he placed her in the bath. She lay back and watched as he undressed. The sight of his amazing body causing now familiar sensations in her own. He got into the bath, holding her in his arms. They sat like that for a long time, just relaxing and looking forward to what was to come. Then he started to explore her body with his hands, circling her nipples, moved down her belly to her most intimate place, making her gasp.
"Are you ready for me, baby?"
"Yes" she breathed.
He got out of the bath and dried first himself then her. And carried her back to the bedroom. His mouth carried on where his hands left off. Making her writhe under his torturous onslaught. Finally when he lifted his head from he still throbbing centre, he looked at her in her hazy state of pure desire.
"I will try to make this as comfortable for you as I can, but there will be pain. Are you ok with that?"
She nodded.
He had applied lubricant to make it less painfull but when he entered, she shouted in pain as he ripped through her. He had kept his mouth on hers, in anticipation. She bit his lip, in retaliation. Then they just lay there entwined. She rubbed her hands over his hair, kissed the blood from his lip and looked at him with eyes filled with love. He kissed her back on the mouth, neck and nibbled at her ears making her body respond to him despite the pain, giving the go ahead to take their union the next level. He kept his gaze on her face, the pain was evident despite her eyes being shut, and suddenly her eyes flew open. It was filled with a look of surprised bliss at the transition from pain to pleasure.
"Yash" she moaned.
"I know love, I know" he said as he gave her what she didn't know she was asking for.
Her moans became louder and turned into screams, demanding more. Once again he had to close her mouth with his till she instinctively wrapped her legs around him and shuddered in climax, with him following suit.
They lay entwined for a long while, coming down from their euphoric state. Then he got up and went to the bathroom and wiped the evidence of her freely surrendered purity away. He kissed her again softly as he went back to the bathroom.
For the rest of the night they slept peacefully in each other's arms. He had worked so hard to get the wedding perfect and then he did the same with their wedding night, she thought before she fell asleep in his arms. She felt wrapped in more than his arms, she felt wrapped in his love completely.
She woke up with the glorious smell of coffee.
"Good morning, sleepy head."
She jumped up.
"What have you done? The rituals dictate...
"The rituals says nothing about getting a cup of coffee for my coffee-holic wife. But if you don't want it ..." he moved away.
"I do, I really really do." she said,
He smiled and gave it to her.
"It's still early, no one saw me in the kitchen. So you can get ready and go and do the rituals ok?"
"Ok, but I have a confession."
"What?'
"I can't cook."
"Why doesn't that surprise me."
"What do you mean by that? Anyway, I practiced the kheer for weeks now, it should be right", she carried on without waiting for a response.
"Good, and you don't have to cook. We have enough people here to cook. Besides, I wanted to offer you a job. You were brilliant with the wedding."
"Really baby?" she grinned.
"Really."
"I'd love that."
"I am going to take a shower while you finish your coffee. After all, you love it more than you love me." he said walking in the direction of the bathroom.
He was barely in the shower when he heard the door open.
"I left the coffee."
"Whatever for, Mrs Scindiya?"
"Because I love you more" she gave him one of her naughty smiles.
"Mmm, prove it" he said and they had a wonderful first tryst in the shower.
"Why, Yash. Why does this have to be so difficult? Who does this everyday? It's insane. Baby, how am I going to wear a sarree every day?"
"I will get Bhabhi, she can help you. And you don't have to wear a saree every day. Ma does not enforce it. Bhabhi prefers it. So stop stressing you pretty little head."
"Are you sure."
"As sure as my love loves her coffee."
"As much as she loves you, maybe even a smidgen more than coffee" she joked.
"A smidgen, a tad, even just minutely more, I am ok with it. I will take what I can get." He kissed her and went to find his sister in law.
*****
"Aarti come to my office please." They had been married for a year. She had her own office and was still assisting him with major projects and had some of her own.
"No" she said and put down the receiver."
The phone rang again.
"Are you disobeying a direct order from your boss? That is insurbordonation and cause for dismissal," he said.
"Then fire me" she said and put down the receiver down again.
It rang for a third time.
"I'm busy Yash, leave me."
"If you don't come to my office now, I will have to come and get you. I'm sure you don't want to entire staff to see how I throw you over my shoulder and carry you to my office."
"Fine, but I am having an early night tonight. I will be sleeping, right after dinner. SLEEPING, Yash Scindiya." she reiterated and put down the receiver again and made her way to his office.
She stepped into his office and grabbed her and kissed her at the door.
"I missed you."
"You are so crazy, I don't even have words for you." she panted when he let her breath again.
"Crazy in love with you. Neelam, ordered coffee from the coffee shop downstairs. Hazelnut Cappucino? Your favourite?" he said.
She smiled and said.
"I love you, you crazy man. But I saw you less than an hour ago. Don't you have any work to do?"
"Yes, and I intend to get busy right away." He kissed her again and the coffee was cold by the time they had made themselves decent and got to it.
"Next time get iced-coffee."
"So there will be a next time?" he smiled naughtily.
"No, forget what I said. No more of this at work. I am going to my office now and no disturbances for the rest of the day. Promise?"
"Ok" he said
"No, Yash. Promise."
"I promise. But then you can't go to sleep tonight after supper. Promise"
"Ok."
"No, promise."
"As if you ever believed for a moment that I would just go to sleep with you around. Loved the cold coffee, but I love you more. See you later, baby." she kissed him.
"I love you too, my sweet Coffee Crush."
Yash woke up with the smell of coffee. He was very surprised as Mrs, Sleepyhead Scindiya never woke up before him and he always brought her coffee, not the other way around.
"Good morning, love."
"And this?"
"Can I not make you coffee for a change?"
He took the cup suspiciously. Before he took a sip he saw the words in the froth.
"U're gonna be a daddy."
He nearly let go of the cup and spilled the contents. But she had anticipated this and held on the cup.
"Aarti?"
She nodded.
She put the cup down as he hugged her and started kissing her.
"I take it you are happy she said smiling up at him.
"The happiest. Coffee Crush, I love you so much."
"I love you too. You finish your coffee. I will be in the shower." she said and walked off expectantly.
He followed as they both knew he would. His sweet Coffee Crush had evolved to so much more. Form crush to love, to marriage, to lovers. And now they were partners in every sense. At work and at home. They were so in sync with each other it surprised them often. From big things like planning a major function, to lovemaking, to little things like which flavour coffee to choose for each moment. They were such an integral part of each other. He couldn't remember what life was like before she entered his. He never knew that he could love so much, so intensely when all he wanted was a flourishing business. And now his love was instrumental in that business flourishing. And the ultimate has now materialised, their love has taken another level. It has manifested in a new life. Their very own baby. He got into the shower and took her in his arms. He could not think of day in his past that he was happier or of a day in the future that he could be ever be happier than this moment, holding his most precious belongings in his arms. The confidence of an overflowing, everlasting love was always the prize, and he found it when he least expected it. He knocked into it and at a coffee shop a year and half ago.
And now it was his for eternity, his eternal Coffee Crush.
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