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That restless sunday evening

Will he reach on time?
Or should I call him to confirm? Oh God! To hell with the city traffic.. I could hear honks here.. there.. everywhere.. It's a jam. Wait.. What is this? Clouds from nowhere. Oh man! Is it gonna rain now? I sat there biting my finger nails with a trillion thoughts in my mind.

It was one beautiful Sunday evening. Mom and dad had a family function to attend and there I was left jaded and alone. After a while of debate between the good me and the bad me, I decided to get myself some company to spend the evening.

My heartbeat, still raising with every second as the minute hand raced towards the estimated time. What am I supposed to do? Should I call him or atleast send a text? I took my mobile and checked for messages. There weren't any. My smile slowly flattened. All of a sudden a grave silence spread across my soul. I started walking hither and thither restlessly with my eyes fixed on the wall clock.

In a few minutes..
*Ting tong*
I jumped off from the couch to reach the door skipping a few hurdles on the way. (*Beautiful bgm plays in my head*). Aahh!! And there he was standing in a pair of denims and a blue shirt neatly tucked in, with a red box in his right hand. I stood there captivated, mesmerized and spellbound. I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful box he was holding . For a second I was lost.
His voice pulled me back to reality..

"Hello" ..
"Mam your delivery", he said.
(Few seconds later)

I stared at the double cheese pan pizza with thin slices of pepperoni dug in the gooey white top layer lying there on the table.

"So.. You came all the way across hurdles, through the rain and the city traffic just to find place in my tummy? Aww.." I whispered.

Now that's what you call true love ❤️

Comments

  1. Lmao.. Now that's true love indeed. Haha.

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  2. Hahaha superb 👌👌👌. Unexpected conclusion

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  3. Humorous .. Had a good laugh in the end.

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  4. Nice..... unpredicted ending....hahah...🤣🤣🤣

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  5. hahahah, very cute article. enjoyed reading it.

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  6. Best love story ever!!! I really enjoyed reading this. Now I want pizza!

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    1. Oops.. I'm afraid.. now u have to wait until Sunday. 😉

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  7. Pizza is my true love too! What a great surprise conclusion

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    1. Let's be pizza-mates then 😁 hi-fi 😎

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  8. Hahaha I loved the ending! Great work!

    Love,
    Claudia
    http://thatsmeonline.net

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  9. Nice story and good build up! But, was guessing there would be an anti climax ;)

    Best
    Backpacking Series
    https://www.backpackingseries.com

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  10. Pizza is life! I can understand your love for it!

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  11. Ha ha...didn't expect the ending!

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  12. I definitely was not expecting that ending. Thanks for the laugh!

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    1. ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️

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  13. I know this feeling all too well. Pizza is life!

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    1. Don't worry. You are in the right direction. Keep going. 😉 😋

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  14. Haha! True love is in the pizza. I can absolutely relate to the story 😁

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  15. Hahaha! That's awesome! Who doesn't love pizza?

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  16. Haha! Loved the ending. Very funny!

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  17. Good writing, keep on sharing your stories!

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  18. i agree that it is one kind of true love. ahaha :)

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  19. Hahaha, I am laughing out loud. Pizza is my ride of die.

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  20. Haha! I love it! Pizza is always bae.

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    1. Awww ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ hope she liked it.

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  22. Not the ending I was expecting! I like it!

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