In a room of numbers and serious talk,
Stolen glances, a playful mock.
Between the charts and revenue streams,
A teasing spark, or so it seems.
SWOT in focus, strategy tight,
Strengths and threats in broad daylight.
Opportunities—his task to see,
With Rachit, he wrote—"Akshita in Marketing—Point no 12."
Lunch arrived, he knew me well,
My allergy story he loved to tell.
A smirk, a grin, a playful sight,
"Mushrooms? Want a bite?"
Then came coffee, a simple plea,
"Make me black coffee, just for me?"
He tried, he fumbled, he did his best,
But cappuccino was the final test.
I laughed, I teased, but deep inside,
He remembered—Black coffee, next time.
By evening’s glow, the teasing grew,
A couple? They laughed—was it true?
Blushes bloomed, he played along,
"I'm taken," he claimed, firm and strong.
By the pool, the crowd did cheer,
I hid behind him, full of fear.
"Save me, please!"—I made my plea,
He smiled and said, "You're safe with me."
Later out, a crowded ride,
Five or six, all squeezed inside.
Ice cream runs, the night felt light,
Yet I held back—beer’s taken flight.
"Why not go?" I asked in jest,
" I won't leave you, not like the rest,"
I laughed and asked, just to tease,
"Are you proposing me right now with ease?"
A smirk, a ring, a playful dare,
"I’m always ready,"—a moment rare.
Laughter spilled, a heart unsure,
A moment sweet, a joke so pure.
Then a whisper, late at night,
"Text me when you reach, alright?"
"If I don’t?" I teased again,
" we're married now," he grinned.
Next day’s meet, dressed cool and light,
"Off to Goa?"—my friend’s delight.
I laughed, I asked, "You leaving too?"
"Honeymoon calls—for me and you."
And as the trip came to its end,
A simple text I chose to send.
"Nice to meet you," soft and true,
"Likewise, wifey," he bid adieu.
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