Imagine this …
Let’s say your name is Bhavni, you’re a British, with Indian origins.
You took a plane with your sister and you will meet Rushabh, your boyfriend on Lake Como, in the beautiful and newly opened Hilton Lake Como.
You are very excited and happy to spend a weekend in Italy. With your sister, her boyfriend and yours.
You’ve just arrived at the hotel, you take some time in the hotel room to rest. Rushabh hasn’t yet to arrived.
You are invited to visit the panoramic terrace to take a first look at Lake Como from a unique point of view.
You get to the top floor, the elevator opens and you go out onto the terrace, line the infinity pool and you notice your sister is a few steps back.
You start asking yourself some questions.
The sky is gray and a light rain bathes your hair, you only have the blouse but it’s not cold, now you’re curious.
Beyond the terrace behind two olive trees, you see Rushabh, some flowers and Champagne.
Rushabh comes in against you, greets you with a kiss, but he is strange, tense.
He lowered to his knees, with the tail of the eye you notice me, I shoot.
Rushabh takes a small blue velvet box from his jacket, he opens it.
He asks you to marry him.
And you realize how lucky you are to be able to live such a perfect moment.
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