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Mumbai Pune Expressway 6 महीने के लिए रहेगा बंद, दूसरे रूट के बारे में जान लें।

Mumbai Pune Expressway: मुंबई और पुणे के बीच हर रोज सफर के दौरान बड़ी संख्या में लोग एक्सप्रेस वे का इस्तेमाल करते है। आवाजाही को सरल बनाने वाला मुंबई-पुणे एक्सप्रेसवे पर ब्रेक लगने जा रहा है। (Mumbai Pune Expressway will remain closed for 6 months, know about the other route) Mumbai News: मुंबई से पुणे जाने वालों के लिए बहुत ही खास जानकारी प्रकाश में आ रही है। मुंबई-पुणे एक्सप्रेसवे 11 फरवरी से…

[sunnyvinayaknimhan202]

Sunny Nimhan - Advocate for Youth Empowerment, Pune's Leading Politician

Sunny Vinayak Nimhan is a strong advocate for youth empowerment, working with young entrepreneurs in Pune. He's a corporator of Pune and one of the most popular politicians in India. His focus includes sports development, women empowerment, and support for startup culture in Pune.

[nice2meetyouu]

Dito na lang ako mag-word vomit, I guess.

Kakauwi ko lang galing UPD. Naglakad-lakad at kaunting jogging lang kahit ansakit-sakit na ng katawan. Sa pagiging maximizer, nabigla ang katawan sa pag-g-gym. Pero sulit naman 'yung mga pinaggagagawa at effort ko so far, saka happy naman din ako na nakalakad-lakad ako today.

Walang makausap kasi hindi ko alam, baka walang bandwidth 'yung mga tao. Baka matrigger pa sila or anupaman. Disappointing din ang search for new friends—mukhang wholesome pero hookup pala ang nais. Mas nakakabwisit kasi pinag-aksayahan pa ng effort, hindi na lang agad ipakita ang tunay na kulay. Nakakaumay. Hahahaha. Saan kaya makakahanap ng matinong friends?

Okay naman mga tao sa gym pero ayaw ko rin silang istorbohin. Virtual buddies lang. Parang sa tumblr. Alam lang naming nag-eexist ang isa't isa.

Nabobore nanaman ako sa work. Feeling ko tapos na akong mag-"play" ng role. Nataon pa nga na dumating 'yung offer na magbarko. Kaso ang laking jump kasi, from my cushy comfy daily life, andito 'yung potential to earn more pero anlaki rin ng risk.

Hindi naman ako sobrang sobrang bothered pero dahil pawala na ako sa kalendaryo eh gusto ko nang dumami ang sources ng income. Sabi, hindi naman din daw gano'n kalaki ang kitaan dun sa iniisip kong paupahan (dahil ano pa ba ang hindi sobrang sobrang need i-manage hands on) and malaki rin ang capital. Ang isyu ko eh since nagwowork ako, hindi ko nga rin kayang tutukan so baka masayang lang pag nauwi sa wala.

Feeling ko, g na ako mag-explore ng new horizons sa work or baka naman gaya ng sabi ng isang recruiter, wala raw direksyon 'yung CV ko. Hahahaha.

Recently, nagpapahinga lang talaga ako saka nagtitingin ng mga tour or hike. Mt. Pulag, 'yung Avatar thing, Puning, at kung ano pa man ang mayroon. Hindi na ako as bothered compared dati na I have no one to share these things, experiences, and memories with. Ganu'n lang talaga ang life.

Lecheng hookup 'yan at mga kalaswaan, sana magkatagpuan na lang 'yung mga pare-parehas ng hinahanap at sana lubayan na nila 'yung mga kagaya kong wala namang interest.

[khwxbeeda]

The Almost Wedding: Ch. II

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Krushna had passed the limit of “fashionably late” a long time ago, and the limits of giving a fuck an even longer time ago.

The news of Tanishka agreeing to marry Chaitanya had been making the media rounds for the last two months without any signs of becoming old news— the eldest child of a film mogul and the younger brother of a famous Indian-European actress was the match of the year for the young generation of India, and the public had been going crazy over the two of them being seen holding hands and going on dates.

Three weeks ago, Krushna had been sent an invitation for an event being held to introduce Chaitanya Kulkarni to Arjun and Tanishka’s extended family with a postscript from Arjun that said he had to come whether he wanted to or not. Krushna had replied with an affirmation of his attendance, curious to get to know the man that had managed to meet the high standards of his best friend’s older sister.

He was regretting that right now.

Why did the event have to be on the day before Christmas, and why did it have to be in the evening? The celebrations were in full swing all throughout the city, and the traffic of Pune had been horrific. He had spent half an hour being stuck in the same place on the way to the venue, simply because the traffic had refused to bloody move forward. It was the insipid icing on the unpalatable cake that was the entirety of today. He was tired and drained and had nowhere near enough energy to deal with more than three people right now, but here he was, stepping out of his car after an hour of suffering through traffic and nodding in thanks to the valet for opening the door.

He took a deep breath in and released it as his chauffeur drove away and out of sight, and lifted his chin to rake a gaze over the expansive, beautiful building.

The Ritz Carlton, Pune.

He remembered first coming here for a formal event with his sister and mother three weeks after it had been opened to the public, sitting awkwardly wearing a suit he did not feel comfortable in, listening to Rukmini and Aai talk with various business associates that had smiled at him condescendingly while asking him how his school was going. The second time he had come here, it was a few months ago with his friends from Milan to celebrate his own twenty-fourth birthday, and that had been one of the best experiences ever.

Now here he was for the third time, celebrating the betrothal of a woman he did not particularly like. Curse his curiosity— Arjun had talked about the Kulkarni siblings and their out-of-this-world beauty so often that Krushna was now very interested in meeting Chandan Kulkarni.

His phone chimed, and Krushna blinked out of his reverie, letting out another exhausted sigh. He unlocked it, and opened IM. Inadvertently, a soft snort climbed up his throat at the text.

Satan and his Gucci Gang

desi regina george

wheres the hot piece of ass 7:37 P.M.

Aharya Jadhav— Arjun’s cousin of the same age, a lawyer, a fashionista, and one of the most chaotic people Krushna knew, second only to Arjun himself. Two people began typing, one of them Arjun, but he raised his eyebrows at the other one. He had been reliably informed that Sarthaki would not be attending the event, having used her broken leg as an excuse to escape the torture. No doubt the annoying little shit was lying on her bed with a bag of chips and a pizza, having fun commenting about them having to suck up to Arjun’s family.

He began walking as his idiots continued to type, through the doors into the luxurious lobby and towards the lifts without bothering to talk to the staff members or check the Events notice board. He already knew where to go.

scared of apples

idfk man he should have been here like two hours ago 7:37 P.M.

bakwaas dictionary

are you seriously calling krush a hot piece of ass?? 7:38 P.M.

Krushna bit his lip to hide his smirk and stepped into the lift, hand rising to press the button for the eighteenth floor without even having to look at it. His thumb flew across the screen of his Samsung, firing off a reply that he knew would piss Sarthaki off.

aal izz well

i mean… arent i 7:39 P.M.

scared of apples

i mean… isnt he 7:39 P.M.

desi regina george

i mean… isnt he 7:39 P.M.

bakwaas dictionary

stfu and go back to your lame party losers 7:40 P.M.

Krushna stifled a laugh as the doors of the lift slid open on the eighteenth floor, right into the entrance for the rooftop bar. He arranged his face into a polite, charming smile and tucked his phone into the pocket of his trousers, checking his reflection in the mirror on the far wall for a second. Makeup was in place, hair was pulled back into a purposely messy half up half down style, and the piercings in his ears gleamed brightly, perfectly matched to the silver brocade of his black kurta.

Good enough.

He straightened his back and stepped out onto the balcony.

Arjun and Aharya descended on him like a flock of vultures amidst the blinding flashes of the paparazzi’s cameras, wrapping themselves around each of his arms and giving him identical sweet smiles that immediately sent alarm bells ringing through his head. He groaned under his breath as they dragged him towards the bar.

“Fuck, please tell me you two chuckleheads didn’t murder someone,” he murmured under his breath, “I do not have the energy to help you hide a body tonight.”

Arjun let out a strained chuckle.

“Nahi,” he gritted out between clenched teeth, a stiff smile stretched over his glossy lips. He looked good, with contour and highlighter accentuating his bone structure and wearing a royal blue silk kurta with matching trousers. The bi flag bead bracelet Krushna had gotten for him when he had first come out was in place as it always was, and it rattled ominously when Arjun dug his fingers almost painfully into Krushna’s biceps. “But I’m extremely fucking close to snapping Tanu Tai’s pretty little neck.”

There was a Marathi phrase for the situation that Tanishka and Arjun were in. Chhattis cha aakda. It literally meant “the number thirty-six”, and implied that three and six would always be at odds with each other due to being complete opposites. Arjun and Tanishka were not entirely different— they were both good looking, frighteningly smart and shared a number of little quirks— but they were always at each other’s throats about literally everything, and it was a 24/7 source of entertainment for their friend group.

“What did she do now?” Krushna asked, leaning back on the bar and turning to give Aharya a chaste kiss on the cheek. She looked beautiful, dressed in a pearly white saree with silver zari and matching blouse, a sterling silver choker around her slender throat and hair piled into a stylish bun with a silver and pearl hairpin. Her makeup was flawless, with glimmering silvery white eyeshadow, white highlighter and soft pink lip gloss. “And Aharya jaan, you look fabulous as always.”

“Thank you, my love. Tanu Tai is showing off her arm candy,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, accepting the glass of champagne that Arjun handed her and leaning back against the bar. “Chaitanya— that’s the husband to be— is pretty and smart, and Arjun has dealt with enough of her bragging about it.”

Arjun scoffed, extending a black glittery cocktail towards Krushna, who took it gratefully. After the day he had just gone through, drink and gossip was the perfect pick me up. He took a sip and hummed in surprised approval at the explosion of blueberry on his tongue.

“And like, I get it okay,” Arjun said, raising his own glass of some violently pink concoction to his lips, “the man is ridiculously pretty and he’s studying physics because he actually bloody likes it, the weirdo.” The last two words are said with affection, and Krushna suddenly remembered that Arjun had spent a lot of time with this mysterious to-be-fiancé of Tanishka’s since the beginning of September. “He deserves to be shown off a little. But god damn can you shut up for like three seconds?”

Aharya stifled her snicker behind her glass, and Krushna grinned.

“He’s approved by both of you?” he said with exaggerated shock, placing a hand to his chin. “This is a tremendous occasion, I simply must meet this mystery man now.”

Arjun and Aharya rolled their eyes as one, already used to his theatrics. “He’s out of Tai’s league, honestly,” Arjun muttered. “I don’t know what he saw in her that he agreed to a marriage, but we all know he’s way out of her league.”

Krushna raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk curling up the edges of his lips. Arjun saying something was out of Tanishka’s league was routine, and so was Krushna and Aharya taking turns to pour gasoline on the dumpster fire that was Arjun and Tanishka’s relationship. “Well, then,” he drawled, “someone, introduce me to this man— what did you say his name was?”

“Chaitanya,” Aharya supplied, dark brown eyes glittering with the same amusement that Krushna was sure he himself was showing. “Chaitanya Kulkarni. I think you might have met his older sister somewhere at your modelling gigs— Charita Kulkarni, that actress who’s based in France.”

He nodded, taking a sip of his cocktail. “Yeah, I worked on that campaign for UNICEF with her two years ago. Excellent woman, and very intelligent. I had no idea she had a sibling.”

“She has three,” Arjun said. “Two brothers and a sister. And all of them are bloody fit. Seriously, it’s actually frustrating. Shame the oldest is married, or I’d have hit on him.”

Krushna and Aharya burst out laughing, attracting the attention of nearby tables before they remembered where they were and toned down the noise.

“You won’t believe the number of times this dude has gone on and on about Chandan, I swear,” Aharya snickered, and Krushna laughed harder, patting her on the shoulder.

“Oh, darling,” he gasped, “I’ve literally been dealing with it every day since the day Tanishka met that fiancé of hers. The first thing he did was call me and whine about how it’s ‘such a shame that Chandan is happily married’ and how he would ‘climb him like a tree if given the chance’, never mind that the man is almost forty.”

Arjun glared at him, and the fact that there was definitely a blush creeping up his neck under all his makeup had Krushna burying his face in Aharya’s shoulder to stop himself from cackling louder.

“I do not whine,” the shorter man grumbled, looking like he was seconds away from stomping his foot. “I do not!”

Krushna could not stop laughing. He leaned against Aharya with an arm wrapped around her waist for support, both of them giggling uncontrollably, stomachs starting to ache with how hard they were trying not to laugh too loud. Arjun groaned through gritted teeth, and folded his arms across his chest and glared at them, leather shoes tapping on the floor.

“Look, do you wanna meet Chaitanya or not?” he asked impatiently.

Krushna sucked in a deep breath and nodded, forcing himself to stop laughing. He elbowed Aharya in the stomach and gave her a look that said shut up, and turned to Arjun with the most demure expression he could manage, making him snort derisively.

“Alright,” he muttered, grabbing his drink to throw the last of it back and setting the empty glass down on the bar. “Come on, Tai has dragged him along for her rounds. Find her, and we find him.”

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Chaitanya stuck his free hand in his pockets and exhaled through his nose, making sure the smile on his face did not look as done-with-this-shit as he felt. Tanishka had her hand tucked into his left elbow, and was smiling charmingly at one of the many old ladies that he had been introduced to and promptly forgotten the names of.

Gods, this was too many people in too little time. He wanted to leave.

He had nothing against Tanishka and her family, of course— they were wonderful people for the most part, except for that one aunt who had asked outright if he was planning to live off of his family’s wealth since the M.Sc in Physics was obviously not of any use— but he really did not have the social capabilities to be dealing with such a large crowd. He had run out of things to say twenty minutes ago, and was simply smiling and nodding along to whatever Tanishka was talking about, not bothering to pay attention to anything.

Chandan, the traitor, was ensconced with a socialite at one of the tables at the corner, deep in conversation about something or the other. Charuta was in Delhi, having left two months ago for her work, and Charita was… nowhere to be seen. Chaitanya furrowed his brows and cast a glance all over the place.

Where’s Ritu Tai?

He scanned the entire place, but no. There was not a single hint of the eye-catching hot pink cocktail dress his sister was wearing. He frowned harder and tapped Tanishka’s arm so she would loosen her grip, and turned around, only to catch Arjun’s eye.

The boy in question grinned and waved, beckoning Chaitanya to join him. Chaitanya shrugged and tilted his head towards Tanishka, who had an iron grip on his elbow and was still talking to the lady. Arjun’s eye roll was visible even from across the pool, and Chaitanya suppressed a grin. He liked Arjun— the boy was hilarious, openly bisexual and an absolute riot. He was what Chaitanya supposed he would have been if he had not been such a bloody introvert.

A few seconds later, Arjun came to a stop right next to him just in time for a couple flashes of blinding white light to go off, reminding him of the presence of the paparazzi. The other boy was accompanied by two people— a pretty woman whose name he could not remember, and the most beautiful man Chaitanya had ever seen in his life.

His eyes were a startlingly bright grey, almost silver in the lights of the restaurant, made even brighter by the silvery smokey eye makeup and diamond sharp winged liner. He was almost a head taller than Chaitanya, with long black hair pulled back into a half up half down style that accentuated his sharp, contoured cheekbones, and full lips covered in transparent glitter gloss. The black kurta with gold brocade that he wore only served to show off his broad shoulders and thick biceps, and his ears were covered in piercings— two standard lobe piercings, a helix on the left ear, and an industrial on the right— gold to match the rest of his outfit.

Krushna Mahajan.

Chaitanya recognised him, from a couple of photos his sister had shown him from that one UNICEF camp again she had done a few years ago, and from a few posts on Instagram that he had seen on his FYP. He was a model and owned his own fashion brand based here in Pune, if Chaitanya remembered correctly.

“Good evening, Tanishka,” the man greeted with a deep, honey-smooth voice, full lips pulling into a smile that was just so on the wrong side of polite that was completely at odds with his pleasant tone, taking in Tanishka’s outfit with the classic Up and Down. “I see you’ve cleaned up nicely.”

There was a ‘for once’ implied at the end of the sentence. Chaitanya raised a brow and looked at Arjun, who winked and silently gestured with his eyes for him to keep watching. He suppressed a smile and acquiesced.

“Krushna,” Tanishka greeted with a ramrod straight back, much less polite. “I don’t remember sending you an invite.”

Chaitanya turned to her, blinking slowly in shock. That was the bluntest he had seen her speak today; she had even been polite to that one aunt Arjun had told him she had loathed since she was a child. Had she suddenly forgotten all her manners? Granted, the man had probably snuck into the party without an invite, but that was no reason to be unpleasant in full view of the guests and cameras. The old lady she had been playing nice with a few moments ago was less than three feet away, for fuck’s sake!

“Actually, Tanu Tai,” Arjun interjected, the promise of chaos written all over his too sharp, too smug smile, “I sent him an invite because you forgot to. After all, he’s practically family, isn’t he?”

Behind him, the beautiful woman smirked and raised her champagne glass to her lips, narrow-eyed gaze focused predatorily on Tanishka. Chaitanya was starting to think that this was an ambush, and that he just had the unfortunate luck of being caught in the crossfire.

Beside him, Tanishka clenched her jaw, plum-painted lips pursing dispassionately. She looked beautiful today, with a deep purple co-ord kurta and palazzo set that matched the tie Chaitanya was wearing, but that prettiness sharpened into something terrifying the moment she glared at Krushna. He decided it was best if he interfered, and hastily stuck a hand out towards Krushna with a small, polite smile.

“Good evening,” he greeted in the most amiable tone he could muster, “it’s nice to meet you. I’m Chaitanya Kulkarni. Tanishka’s boyfriend.”

Krushna’s intense silver stare fixed itself onto him, and the slow, charming grin that curled up his full, glossy lips was positively swoon-worthy. “Oh, they weren’t lying,” he murmured under his breath as he took the offered hand and shook it firmly. “You really are ridiculously beautiful. Hello, Gorgeous. I'm Krushna Mahajan.”

A red hot flush bloomed across Chaitanya’s cheeks, and he squashed down the urge to squirm, ducking his head and letting out an honest to God giggle. He was pretty sure he resembled a tomato, and silently cursed his pale complexion for flushing so easily. “Ah, um,” he stammered, an awkward smile curling up his lips, “not— not really. I’m just⁠― I’m just wearing a bit of makeup.”

Krushna chuckled, smooth and deep and unfairly attractive. “Makeup is not the only thing that makes someone beautiful,” he replied, gazing intently into Chaitanya’s eyes.

The sound of a throat being cleared broke the moment, and he realised Krushna still had a firm grip on his hand. He pulled away with another awkward laugh and turned towards Tanishka, who had her eyes narrowed at Krushna. Her fingernails dug into Chaitanya’s elbow till it was bordering on painful, and he winced, shifting a little so the pressure lessened.

“Ah, my apologies,” Krushna said, his voice very apologetic but the way he narrowed his eyes back at her very much not. “Congratulations on the betrothal, Chaitanya. Tanishka, I’m very happy for you.”

Arjun made an aborted sort of sound, hiding it by turning away, and Chaitanya blinked at him in confusion. Tanishka’s glare focused on her little brother, and the man in question raised his hands with a shrug and a badly hidden shit-eating grin. Chaitanya felt like he was missing about several hundred extremely important details, and he looked at Krushna with a raised eyebrow. The man simply shrugged back, and he felt himself unconsciously tracking the movement of the broad line of his shoulders before turning away and catching the eye of the woman in pearly white.

She winked at him. Chaitanya pursed his lips, feeling his flush return full force, and he blinked, trying to look anywhere except Krushna or the woman.

“Come, Chaitanya,” Tanishka gritted out, adjusting her clothes and tugging on his elbow, almost making him lose his footing. “We have other guests to meet. Arjun and Aharya can keep Krushna entertained.”

With that, he got dragged away before any of them could reply, throwing one last apologetic look back at the three friends.

“Tanishka,” he began, but the woman did not even bother to look at him, and continued to pull him towards whatever part of the restaurant she had her mind on. He sighed and ripped his arm from her grip as gently as he could, exceedingly aware of the cameras on the edges of the room that were eager to click away at any perceived unrest or drama, and gently grabbed her shoulders to turn her around. “Tanishka. Tanishka, wait.”

She glared at him, and he bent down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, and cheered internally when she leaned into the touch instead of pulling away like he was half afraid she would.

“What happened back there?” he murmured, and she shook her head minutely, the look on her face telling him to drop it. He ignored it. He wanted answers. “I’ve never seen you be that rude to anyone— hell, you were nice to that bitch who spilled her coffee on you the other day.”

Tanishka’s lips twisted up, features scrunching up into a poisonous look aimed over his shoulder, and he had an inkling that it was aimed at Krushna. “It’s nothing,” she said curtly. “Don’t concern yourself with it.”

Chaitanya sighed and dragged her closer for a hug, clenching his jaw when he saw a flash go off from the corner of his eyes. He turned them around so the cameras could not get a glimpse of Tanishka’s face, and leaned down to place another kiss on her forehead. “I just wanna know if there’s something I can do to help,” he said softly, running a soothing hand up and down her back.

Tanishka shook her head.

“No,” she whispered, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, Chaitanya was alarmed to see them swimming with mushed tears. He pressed her closer to himself, casting a panicked eye around for Charita. Bloody woman kept disappearing right as he needed her the most.

“Krushna and Arjun go way back,” Tanishka said after taking a second to control herself, words coming out haltingly like she was trying not to choke on her tears. “And they’ve made it their mission to ruin anything and everything for me. They hate me, and they make it known. It’s been like that since I was fifteen.”

Chaitanya stared at her, not knowing how to respond to that. Sure, Arjun had an unusual love for pushing Tanishka’s buttons, and guessing from what he saw right now Krushna was probably not her biggest fan, but that could not possibly mean they hated her. Hell, he and Charita still heckled the eldest two siblings to their limits, but that did not mean they did not love each other.

“I’m sure that—” he began, but Tanishka glared at him and shook her head.

“Let’s not talk about this,” she said, and before he could stop her, she extracted herself from his hug and walked away, the soft jingle of her paayal lost to the sounds of the party. Chaitanya stared after her for a couple seconds, unsure of how to react to this situation.

He exhaled, and ran a hand through his hair.

Maybe it was best that he focused on looking for Charita, rather than whatever sibling rivalry was going on between Tanishka and Arjun, and Krushna.

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[Osborn] Valentines Day Card - Within Reach (触手可及 | 2022·日日夜夜）

♡———♡

It was early February, and the weather was starting to warm up.

The afternoon sunlight was pleasant, and the lingering sweetness of candy in the air lifted my spirits.

In the kitchen, I carefully placed the fruit candies I had made last night into a glass jar, the light refracting through the translucent cellophane, creating a kaleidoscope of colors.

A bit unsure, I unwrapped one and popped it into my mouth. The sweet and sour flavor exploded on my taste buds.

You: I wonder if Osborn will like them...

I had spent a whole week agonizing over what to give him.

Buying something felt a bit impersonal, and making a piece of jewelry myself lacked creativity.

After much deliberation, I settled on making a jar of fruit candies.

I added a few decorations to the jar and held it up, satisfied.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Osborn.

Osborn and I had planned to go out today, but it was still early, long before the time he had promised to pick me up.

Is he here already? I wondered, picking up the phone.

You: Hello, Osborn?

Osborn: It's me.

Osborn: Something came up here... I'm going to be a little late picking you up.

You: Are you at home? Is there anything I can help with?

Osborn: It's nothing major, I'll be able to take care of it soon.

After hanging up, I stared at the jar of candies, strange thoughts swirling in my mind.

You: What could possibly have happened?

Unable to sit still with all these questions, I decided to go investigate myself.

-

I quickly hailed a taxi and arrived at Osborn's place.

After pressing the doorbell, I waited for a while, but the door remained closed.

The message I had sent Osborn before leaving also remained unanswered.

You: He said it was a "minor issue," but it seems more serious than that...

I dialed his number, wondering if I should just barge in and check on him if he didn't answer.

Just as this thought crossed my mind, the call connected.

Osborn: Hello? I'm still a bit busy here.

Osborn's voice sounded distant, and the clinking of metal echoed faintly through the phone.

You: Actually... I'm at your door. I rang the doorbell earlier, didn't you hear it?

Osborn: You're already here?

Then, it sounded like he picked up the phone, his voice becoming clearer.

Osborn: Okay, come around to the left side, I'm in the garage.

Just as he finished speaking, I heard a rattling sound, like a rolling shutter door being lifted.

Following Osborn's instructions, I walked around to the left side of the building and found the garage.

A bold, orange jeep was parked by the entrance, its hood propped open, as if it were having engine trouble.

Osborn walked towards me from beside the car. He was wearing a white T-shirt that clung to his muscles, outlining his physique.

Osborn: It's cold out here. Come inside.

You: Okay.

I followed Osborn into the garage, and a wave of warmth washed over me.

A row of incandescent lights illuminated the grey walls, which were decorated with various items, including helmets and racing suits.

You: So the "minor issue" was your car breaking down.

Osborn: Yeah, I just started working on it.

Osborn: Who knew a certain silly goose missed me so much that she couldn't wait and came over herself?

My cheeks flushed at being called out. I quickly changed the subject.

You: What's wrong with your car?

Osborn: It's those guys, Puning and the others...

Osborn suddenly stopped mid-sentence, and I looked at him questioningly.

Osborn: Cough, they borrowed my car to go out, and I didn't think much of it when they brought it back this morning.

Osborn: But just now, when I was about to head out, I discovered a minor issue.

You: Pfft... I can't believe even the great Osborn can be stumped by a car.

Osborn: You little rascal, getting bolder, even daring to laugh at me.

You: No need to go through all this trouble, we can just take a different car.

Osborn's expression faltered for a moment. He rubbed his nose and coughed.

Osborn: Well, it's a new car I just bought, specifically for taking you out today.

Osborn: Besides, it's not a big problem. I'll have it fixed in a bit.

Since he put it that way, I agreed, but a lingering feeling of suspicion remained.

You: Then I'll help!

Osborn: Alright, but change your clothes first, don't get your dress dirty.

You: Okay.

I changed into one of Osborn's work suits and, for convenience, tied my hair up in a ponytail.

When I returned, Osborn was expertly using a wrench to loosen a bolt.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he worked, his knuckles prominent on the hand gripping the wrench, his fingertips stained with black grease.

You: Is there anything I can do to help?

Osborn: Hand me the needle-nose pliers by your feet.

I quickly found them in the toolbox and passed them over. Osborn took the tool and skillfully continued disassembling the parts, troubleshooting the issue.

Osborn: Found it. The starter battery is dead.

You: How do we fix that?

Osborn: Just swap it out for a charged one. Twenty minutes, tops.

Just then, his phone, which was lying nearby, buzzed, and a message notification popped up on the screen.

You: Your phone's ringing.

Osborn: Must be Puning and the others. Hand it to me, will you?

Just as I picked up the phone, it buzzed again, several more messages popping up in quick succession.

You: "Sister-in-law?" "Trunk?"

I read the words that flashed across the screen out loud.

Osborn, who had been nonchalant just moments ago, suddenly seemed to snap out of a daze, snatching the phone from my hand.

Osborn: Puning's just messing around, don't mind him.

That persistent suspicion, along with Osborn's unusual behavior... it suddenly hit me.

You: Don't tell me... you prepared a surprise in the car?

A blush crept onto Osborn's face, confirming my suspicions.

Seeing his flustered expression, a rare sight, my heart felt like it was filled with marshmallows, even though I still didn't know what the "surprise" was. It was a sweet, fulfilling feeling.

Osborn: You little rascal, you're not usually this clever when it comes to directions.

You: So when are you going to show me?

Osborn: When do you want to see it?

You: Well, since it's a surprise you specially prepared for me, of course...

You: Now!

Osborn didn't answer. Instead, he came up behind me and covered my eyes with something.

The material wasn't soft, it felt like some kind of leather strap.

You: Why are you blindfolding me?

Osborn: Well, it's a surprise. It has to be mysterious.

Osborn led me a few steps forward, then I heard a click, as if something had been opened.

Then, a sweet fragrance filled my nostrils.

Osborn: Happy Valentine's Day.

The blindfold was removed, and I opened my eyes to a romantic, dreamy scene.

There was the orange jeep, its trunk open, filled with pink flowers. In the center was a heart made of light pink roses.

A string of pink and white banners hung from the roof of the car, with my name written on them.

Even though I had already guessed, the sight still surprised me.

You: This is so cheesy...

Despite my teasing words, my eyes welled up, and a lump formed in my throat.

Osborn: Silly, why are you crying?

Osborn gently wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, and I took his hand in mine.

You: It's cheesy, but I love it.

I stood on tiptoe and lightly kissed his cheek.

You: This is... part one of your thank-you gift.

Osborn smiled with satisfaction, but it seemed he wanted more.

Osborn: Does that mean there are other gifts?

Osborn: How about... we just stay home today?

You: Don't even think about it!

Osborn: Okay, okay. So, where does my Xiao Xiao Wu want to go?

Where should we go next?

Option 1: Go for an aimless joyride. Option 2: Let's fix the car first, then we'll see. Option 3 (Audio): Visit the Garage. Option 4: Ask Osborn. Option 5: None of the above options.

-

Option 1: Go for an aimless joyride.

You: You said before that you would take me away from this dizzying world.

You: Does that still count?

Osborn: Of course. How about today?

Osborn: Forget about destinations, forget about time, just keep going until we reach the end of the world.

The phrase "the end of the world" made my heart skip a beat, a thrill of anticipation running through me.

You: What will we find there?

Osborn: We'll find out when we get there.

Osborn: But although I don't know what's there, I do know what isn't.

You: ?

Osborn: At the end of the world, there are no annoying tasks or work, and no noisy crowds.

Osborn: We can leave all our worldly troubles behind and just enjoy each other's company.

You: That sounds like...

Osborn: Like what? Elopement?

Osborn winked at me mischievously, a smirk playing on his lips.

Osborn: A bad boy and a rich girl running away together, hmm, I like it.

You: You... stop saying such things. Let's go!

I grabbed his arm, eager to get in the car.

Osborn: What's the rush? The car's not fixed yet.

Osborn: And... you're forgetting something.

You: ?

I turned to look at him, and his eyes drifted downwards, settling on our dirty clothes.

Osborn: Are you sure we don't look like we're running away from a disaster?

You: .......

Osborn: Okay, go change back into your clothes. I'll clean up a bit too.

You: Okay.

-

After changing, I went to the living room and waited, but Osborn still didn't come out.

His bedroom door was slightly ajar, offering a glimpse of the room. I reached out and knocked.

You: Osborn, aren't you...?

Before I could finish my sentence, the door suddenly swung open. I instinctively looked up and found myself staring at a broad, bare chest.

Osborn: I just took a quick shower.

Osborn was casually putting on a white shirt, his damp hair making him look even more effortlessly handsome.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a warm glow on his exposed skin.

Ravine-like muscle lines extended from his abdomen, disappearing beneath the black fabric of his sweatpants.

The sight was so overwhelming that I stumbled backwards, my face flushing as I quickly averted my gaze.

You: Why aren't you wearing any clothes...?

Osborn leisurely buttoned his shirt, his eyes lingering on my reddening cheeks and ears.

A playful smile danced in his eyes, but his tone was unapologetically confident.

Osborn: What are you talking about? I'm clearly dressed.

You: ...You haven't even buttoned your shirt properly.

Osborn: There, all done.

I looked back and saw that he had only fastened the top few buttons, the rest of his shirt still wide open.

You: Y-you're tricking me!

Osborn: Well, you're easy to trick.

-

A while later, Osborn switched to a different car and drove me along the highway, no destination in mind.

The golden light of dusk gently enveloped the straight road, as if we were driving through a tunnel of sunshine.

The scenery gradually shifted from tall buildings to flat fields, the sky adorned with layers of cirrocumulus clouds resembling fish scales.

I leaned against the window, watching the vast expanse of brilliant sunset swiftly retreat behind us.

You: It's so beautiful, like we're driving straight into the clouds.

Osborn: It's been a while since I've felt this carefree.

You: Hmm? Have you done this before?

Osborn: Occasionally. But this is the first time since we reunited.

Osborn sat bathed in the dim, golden light of dusk, the last rays of the setting sun filtering through the windshield and painting him in a warm glow. He was like a still frame in a movie, the scenery outside the car window a blur of motion.

Gradually, the number of other vehicles dwindled, and then there were none at all. We were like a balloon floating through the sky, completely disconnected from the world.

After an unknown amount of time, the darkness crept in from behind, swallowing the world whole.

You: I can't see anything anymore. I don't even know where we are.

Osborn: That's easy. You're with me.

The night grew deeper, and I could no longer make out his expression, but his familiar voice and tone reassured me.

Outside the car window was still wilderness, not a single light in sight. It was all just a dark, chaotic expanse, even the horizon had disappeared.

You: Is this the end of the world...?

Osborn: Now do you know what's at the end of the world?

You: Yes, it's you.

Osborn: It's a shame our "elopement" has to end here.

You: Huh?

Osborn pointed at the fuel gauge. The needle was in the red zone. We were almost out of gas.

Osborn: This might ruin the mood a bit, but we need to find a place to refuel and get some food.

You: Okay...

The car gradually slowed down as Osborn steered it off the highway. Looking at the inky blackness in the rearview mirror, I felt a pang of regret.

Osborn: What's wrong? Don't tell me the little foodie is upset now that we're stopping for food?

Osborn: If you want, we can go on an aimless adventure to the ends of the earth anytime.

Osborn: This was just a trial run.

-

The car soon rolled into a gas station.

Osborn got out to refuel, and I followed, curiously looking around.

A sign caught my eye. Flashing neon lights spelled out the words "Drive-in Theater."

Osborn: Filled up the tank, let's go.

You: Let's go there after dinner!

I pointed towards the theater, and Osborn gently nudged my arm, guiding my hand to point at another sign next to it—"Motel."

Osborn: Good idea. After the movie, we can rest here.

You: You...

I was about to glare at him, but Osborn was already walking towards the car with a smile.

Osborn: Come on, slowpoke, let's go eat.

-

After a delicious dinner at a nearby restaurant, we arrived at the drive-in theater.

We bought tickets and popcorn, and as the car slowly pulled into a parking space, the movie started.

It was a film about travel and homesickness.

Osborn tuned the car radio to the correct channel, then adjusted his seat to a comfortable angle.

He reached into the backseat and pulled out a small black duffel bag. He opened it, and inside was an army blanket.

You: Why did you bring this?

Osborn: It came with the car. The temperature drops quickly at night, so it'll be useful.

He spread the blanket over my lap, then stretched out his long legs and leaned back comfortably in his seat.

As the movie played, I heard a rustling sound from Osborn's side. I turned to look at him curiously.

He seemed to be holding a piece of popcorn. Noticing that I was watching him, he casually popped it into my mouth.

You: Mmm...

The sweet and sour flavor of lemon filled my mouth. I opened my eyes wide in surprise and noticed the glass jar of candy on the dashboard. It was the gift I had prepared for him!

Before we left, I had secretly put the jar in the backseat, hoping to surprise him, but he had found it.

You: How did you find it...?

Osborn: If you want to hide something in my car, you'll have to be more discreet.

He popped a candy into his own mouth and nodded in satisfaction.

Osborn: Tastes good.

After that brief interlude, we returned our attention to the movie.

The plot was getting interesting, and the main character's lines echoed through the quiet open space.

Movie Line: It must be that travel comes first, and then doubts and homesickness, right?

You: That makes sense...

Osborn: Does it?

I turned to see Osborn staring intently at the screen, his eyes reflecting the flickering light.

You: Don't you think so?

He nodded, his gaze lowered in thought for a moment before he finally turned to look at me.

Osborn: I think it's precisely because of homesickness and attachments that a journey becomes a journey.

Osborn: Otherwise, it's just wandering.

I noticed a hint of disapproval in his tone, and I was a bit confused.

You: But don't you think it's similar to what we're doing today?

Osborn: Not with you by my side.

Because of me? His profile glowed softly in the light from the screen. I studied him, an idea dawning on me.

You: I've noticed you've changed.

Osborn: Oh?

You: You're not that aloof guy who could spend months at sea without talking to anyone anymore.

He looked at me with surprise, then smiled knowingly.

Osborn: You haven't noticed? Freedom and wandering are no longer the sole purpose of my life.

Osborn: Perhaps life is like our journey today, it requires constant movement.

Osborn: A resting point after a thrilling adventure is especially comforting. But after staying in our comfort zone for too long, we crave exploration again.

I stared at him, a strange mix of melancholy and envy in my heart.

He was like an intangible flame, elusive, impossible to truly possess.

Osborn: Y/N?

Osborn seemed to notice something and called my name. I quickly looked up, a confused expression on my face.

Osborn: What are you thinking about? Your brow is furrowed.

He reached out and gently smoothed the wrinkles on my forehead.

His warm touch dispelled my hesitation, and I looked at him, unable to hold back the question any longer.

You: Then can I stay by your side forever...?

He seemed surprised by my question, his green eyes widening slightly. He reached out and gently pinched my nose, making me blush and feel flustered.

Osborn: Are you mistaken about something?

Osborn: It's not about "staying by my side." It's about "being by my side."

Osborn: Like I said, if you want, we can go on an aimless adventure to the ends of the earth anytime.

Osborn: And if you ever get tired...

He sat up slightly and pulled something out of the glove compartment.

Before I could ask what it was, he took my hand and placed a key in my palm.

You: What's this?

Osborn: A key to my house.

You: Huh?

He closed his hand over mine, his warm palm enveloping my fingers, making me hold onto the key.

Osborn: If you ever get tired, you can wait for me at home.

Osborn: No matter how many obstacles I have to overcome, no matter how long it takes, I'll always come back to you.

Osborn: Where you are, that's my home, my final destination.

In the darkness, his warm breath mingled with mine, a silent kiss.

I looked into his eyes, so close now. They were like a deep ocean, making me forget how to breathe.

The key in my hand, warmed by our touch, felt incredibly comforting in the cool night air.

I couldn't help but tighten my grip on it.

You: Then it's a promise...

Osborn: It's a promise. I'll never go back on my word.

His voice was firm, his words etching themselves into my heart.

Osborn: The movie's over. Let's go home.

We drove through the night, the city lights in the distance like twinkling stars in the Milky Way.

In this endlessly sprawling city, everyone was searching for their place, their coordinates. And his coordinates were right here beside me.

-

Option 2: Let's fix the car first, then we'll see.

You: Let's fix the car first. I want to go for a drive in this one today, with my flowers.

Osborn looked at me with amusement and nodded.

Osborn: Alright, let's get to work then.

Osborn skillfully worked on the car, while I could only stand there with a wrench in hand, spacing out.

Osborn: What are you thinking about? You seem so preoccupied.

You: I don't think there's anything I can do to help...

Osborn: Who said that? This requires my Xiao Xiao Wu's assistance.

His words snapped me back to attention.

You: What do you need me to do?

Osborn: I need a screwdriver. Go to the tool room and get the red box for me.

You: Okay~

There were several rooms in the garage. Following Osborn's directions, I went left, then right, and finally arrived at a large slate door.

The floor-to-ceiling slate door was dark grey with a naturally uneven surface, looking imposing and cool. Beside it was a control panel with a screen.

You: This tool room is quite high-tech.

I approached the control panel, and before I could even get a good look, a "beep" indicated that verification was complete.

The slate door automatically slid open, and the lights inside turned on one by one. Dozens of cars in various colors and models were displayed in the black room.

You: !!

The sleek lines of the cars, illuminated by spotlights, were incredibly beautiful, giving off a futuristic vibe. There was even a black and red KTM go-kart in the corner.

I quickly scanned the cars, barely able to recall the names of the brands from memory.

You: This is incredible...

I couldn't help but walk towards a gulfstream blue sports car. Sometimes, design principles were universal, and the design of a top-tier sports car held a captivating allure.

Osborn: Mesmerized, huh?

Just as I was admiring the car, footsteps approached from outside.

I turned and saw Osborn standing behind me.

You: This room... doesn't seem to have any tools?

Osborn: The tool room is on the other side.

You: Huh? But you told me to...

Osborn walked over and raised an eyebrow playfully.

Osborn: I just thought you were a bit bored, so I brought you here to change your mood.

Osborn: This is my other secret base. I don't usually let anyone in here.

You: Your other secret base?

Osborn nodded and walked over to the gulfstream blue sports car.

Osborn: Interested in this one? It's a custom-made "Tribute."

Osborn: It has a V8 supercharged engine, with a maximum of 720 horsepower.

Osborn: It can go from 0 to 100 km/h in 2.9 seconds, so it's quite powerful.

His voice washed over me as the overhead lights illuminated the blue car and his eyes, making them sparkle like a starry sky.

Osborn's gaze was filled with passion, not for racing or speed this time, but for something he loved, a pure appreciation.

Then, that same gaze fell on me, and my heart skipped a beat.

Perhaps because I was frozen in place, he touched his neck and looked at me questioningly.

Osborn: Am I boring you with all this?

I quickly shook my head.

You: No, I love it when you share these things with me.

You: I was just thinking, there are so many cars here, but I don't think I've ever seen you drive any of them?

Osborn: They're more like collector's items. I occasionally take them out for a spin at the club.

Osborn: There are a lot of speed bumps in the city, and the traffic is terrible. There's not much difference between driving any car in those conditions. It would be a shame to drive these cars in the city.

You: Pfft, so even your dreams are no match for reality.

My eyes fell on a red-gold convertible with a flamboyant spoiler. There was an inscription on the door, and I leaned closer to see Osborn's name engraved on it.

You: Is this car custom-made for you too?

Osborn: You could say that.

Osborn: It's a special championship edition, the only one in the world.

You: Amazing...

Feeling a surge of affection for the car, I circled it a few times. Its design was bold and unique, the spoiler like a sharp blade, a perfect reflection of Osborn on the racetrack.

Osborn: You like it? We can take it out for a spin when the weather's better.

Osborn led me further into the garage, a hint of nostalgia in his expression.

Osborn: Actually, these cars span quite a long period of my life.

Osborn: This one, for example, was my first car. And this one was a reward for winning my first race.

Osborn: And this one, I drove it all over Europe...

Osborn: I don't just see them as cars, they also represent different stages of my journey.

He showed me the cars one by one, until we reached the last one, tucked away in a corner.

Compared to the other sports cars, this SUV seemed ordinary. Although it had clearly been well-maintained, there were still some signs of wear and tear.

Osborn: This one... there's nothing special about it, just an ordinary car.

He said it casually, then opened the door and gestured for me to get in. I climbed inside and saw that the interior was also quite ordinary, but unlike the other cars, it had a lived-in feel.

You: Do you still drive this one?

I noticed a lemon candy wrapper tucked in a corner.

Osborn: Not very often. But sometimes, I come here and sit in it.

You: Why?

Osborn gripped the steering wheel, seemingly lost in thought for a moment, then chuckled softly.

Osborn: This might sound a bit strange.

Osborn: One time, I was on a mission in the mountains, and I got caught in a torrential downpour.

Osborn: I was stranded. No signal, the situation was pretty dangerous. I had no choice but to try and drive out of there with this car, hoping for a chance of survival.

Osborn: There were landslides and the river was overflowing, and falling rocks...

Osborn: I pushed this car to its absolute limit.

Osborn: I thought it would give up on me halfway, but it managed to get me out of there.

Osborn: And not long after I left, there was a massive landslide in that area.

Osborn: You could say that this car... it gave me the strength to keep going.

Even though it had happened long ago, just hearing him describe it made my heart race.

You: Were you injured?

Osborn: No, but this car was almost totaled.

Osborn: Even the windshield was completely shattered. It took me a while to repair it after I got back.

Osborn: In a way, you could say it saved my life.

You: Then it must have the best story out of all the cars in this garage!

Osborn: Yeah. I've always felt like this car brings good luck, so I wanted you to experience it too.

He looked at me, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Osborn: Okay, let's go fix the other car now.

I nodded, my mind occupied with the cars I had just seen and the stories Osborn had shared. I no longer felt bored.

Osborn: Alright, all done!

Osborn quickly finished repairing the car.

I was about to leave when I noticed a paper bag on the table. I had almost forgotten to give him the candy.

You: Oh, right! Here, I made you some fruit candies. Want to try one?

Osborn's gaze fell on the glass jar, a knowing look in his eyes.

Osborn: So this is the other gift?

Hearing him mention it, I felt a bit shy, so I pulled out a lemon candy, hoping to use its sweetness to distract him.

But before I could even unwrap it, he snatched it away with lightning speed.

You: Hey!

Osborn: This is my gift. I should be the first to try it.

You: Childish!

I turned to grab another one, but Osborn, taking it a step further, placed the jar on the roof of the car.

You: You!

Unwilling to give up, I looked at the candy in his hand and reached out to grab it.

Osborn: Whoa, that look in your eyes... You don't just want the candy, you want to eat me too, don't you?

Osborn grinned mischievously and deliberately raised the lemon candy higher. I reached for it, but he blocked me with his other hand.

You: Hmph, I can just make more.

I gave up on trying to grab it and glared at him.

Osborn's smile widened, and he propped himself up on the hood of the car.

Osborn: You must be tired from all that grabbing. Come take a break.

He patted the empty space beside him and reached out to pull me up.

I sat beside him on the hood, the "candy war" temporarily suspended.

Osborn unwrapped the candy and popped it into his mouth.

You: How is it?

I watched him nervously, and Osborn, with a sidelong glance at me, gave his assessment.

Osborn: It's alright, a bit sour. I'd give it an 8 out of 10.

You: Sour? How could it be...?

I turned to grab the jar from the car roof, but he had placed it right in the middle. Even with my arm fully extended, I could barely reach it.

You: The jar's too far away, I can't reach it...

You: Can you get it for me?

Osborn: I have a better idea.

You: What?

Osborn suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on his lap.

You: !

Osborn: See? Now you can reach it.

He held me securely as he straightened up, and I easily grabbed the jar.

You: ...You can put me down now.

Osborn: Ouch, this candy is so sour. You should try one.

His attempt to change the subject was a bit clumsy, but I still picked out a lemon candy from the jar and put it in my mouth.

You: It's sweet, isn't it?

Osborn didn't say anything, just chewed on the candy and tilted his chin, indicating that I should try another one.

You: Get it yourself.

Osborn: Are you sure? I might just let go...

You: Yes, I'm sure.

Osborn let go, and I slid down the windshield. Losing my balance, I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck to prevent myself from falling.

You: You...

Osborn: I did warn you.

Seeing his shameless expression, I was momentarily speechless, and could only obediently pick out a lemon candy and offer it to him.

He extended his tongue and snatched the candy, then mischievously licked my fingertip.

Osborn: Mmm, this one is sweet.

And so, we continued feeding each other candy, the jar gradually emptying.

I found the last lemon candy and, just as I was about to pop it into my mouth, I met Osborn's expectant gaze.

With a sigh, I offered him a strawberry flavored one, but he refused.

Osborn: I only want lemon.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, with the candy still in my mouth, I hesitated.

Actually, there was an easier solution.

He lifted his head and suddenly leaned in, his nose almost brushing my cheek. I instinctively leaned back, and seeing his playful smirk, I suddenly understood what he meant.

I took a deep breath and covered his eyes with my hand.

Then, I slowly lowered my head and leaned towards his slightly parted lips, our noses touching, our breaths mingling.

The troublesome lemon candy was gradually transferred from my mouth to his.

Time seemed to slow down, and I could clearly feel the candy moving from my tongue to his.

And just as the candy was about to disappear completely, my lips unexpectedly brushed against his, soft and warm, like two clouds colliding in the sky.

Osborn: Mmm...

A muffled groan escaped his lips, and his arms tightened around me.

In the next second, he took charge, his lips and tongue claiming the candy from mine.

His familiar scent enveloped me, greedily stealing my breath as his tongue explored every corner of my mouth, forcefully capturing the lingering sweetness of the candy.

It was a passionate kiss, yet there was also a playful exploration, testing my boundaries.

Osborn: ......

His suppressed gasps were warm and moist, and my thoughts, along with my heart, felt like they were being held captive, swept away by the current.

As if under a spell, my fingers traced the lines of his prominent Adam's apple, his sharp collarbone, then slipped beneath his shirt, exploring the contours of his shoulders and neck.

The muscles beneath my touch tensed with my every move, his breathing quickening.

As if in a playful challenge, his hand slid down my back, pulling me closer into a tight embrace.

The small lemon candy had long since dissolved amidst the intertwined movements of our lips and tongues, its sweet and sour flavor transforming into an intoxicating liquor.

Osborn opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a burning intensity.

Osborn: You, and the lemon candy, you both belong only to me.

His voice was a whisper against my ear, but my oxygen-deprived mind could barely process it.

The sudden courage I had mustered had vanished, and I could only weakly cling to his shoulders, burying my face in his neck, my breathing rapid.

Osborn: But one candy isn't enough.

You: Wh- ...Mm...

Before I could speak, a strawberry flavored candy was pressed against my lips.

His lips captured mine once more, along with my breath and my heartbeat.

The buzzing of the overhead lights, the faint scent of machine oil replaced by the sweetness of fruit... it was disorienting.

The vast space amplified every small sound: the cool yet burning touch of his skin, our mingled breaths, the embarrassing sounds of our kisses...

The roses in the trunk rustled gently, as if caressed by the March wind, fulfilling the promise of a joyride in another way.

Time ticked by, and the glass candy jar, long empty, rolled off the car and clattered to the ground, unnoticed.

After a long while, Osborn's soft laughter echoed in my ears.

Osborn: The other flavors are good too.

Osborn: I love this gift.

-

Option 3 (Osborn's Audio): Visit the Garage.

You: I'd like to see your garage, is that okay?

You: You said before that it's where you practice driving, but I haven't seen your other cars.

Osborn: Sure, I'll show you around today.

The jeep was quickly repaired, and Osborn took me to the back of the garage. Several rarely seen sports cars were parked there, gleaming under the lights.

Curious, I picked out the one that looked the most expensive, eager to try it out.

Osborn: This one?

You: Yep!

Osborn double-clicked the button on the car key, and the scissor doors on both sides automatically swung upwards.

I quickly hopped into the driver's seat, pretending to fasten my seatbelt, then gripped the steering wheel and turned to look at Osborn in the passenger seat.

You: Ahem, could you please fasten your seatbelt, sir?

[AUDIO BEGINS]

Osborn: Oh? What a rule-abiding driver. Osborn: But my hands are dirty. How about... you do it for me? Osborn : What? Why can't you do it? Aren't you the driver? And I seem to recall that this is what I usually do. Osborn: Lean a little closer and you'll be able to reach. Osborn : Why are your ears turning red? Osborn: Yes, just like that. There, it's fastened. See? Very simple. Osborn : Why are you staring at me? It's done, we can go now. Osborn: Don't know how to drive it? Should I give you a quick introduction first? Osborn : Well, I guess I could... but there's no such thing as a free introduction. Osborn: Don't worry, I won't make any unreasonable requests. Osborn: Just a small favor for your driver. Could you fasten my seatbelt for me from now on as well? Not too much to ask, is it? Osborn: You agree? Osborn: So, this is one of the team's cars. I drove it in a few amateur races. It performed quite well on the track. Osborn: The steering wheel is wrapped in specially tanned lambskin. Feel it, it's very soft. Osborn: Open the engine start-stop cover. It's right there on your right. Press it to start the ignition. Osborn: Below that is the handbrake... I said grab the handbrake, not my hand. Osborn: Okay, now let's take a look at the gentleman in the passenger seat. Osborn: A professional racer who can drive cars, planes, boats, and even tractors. Excellent physique, strong and capable. Osborn: Charming and sophisticated, yet also a skilled cook. Always willing to help, rain or shine. Osborn: If you can drive this car home today, then this gentleman comes free with it. Osborn: Huh? You're seriously driving? Slow down, slow down! The brake! Osborn: Wow, you really are a woman of action. But some things require a more gradual approach. Osborn: It seems this car is a bit too much for you to handle. Osborn: I'll take over. Osborn: Switch seats. Let's go for a spin.

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Option 4: Ask Osborn.

You: Hmm, I haven't decided yet.

You: Do you have anywhere you want to go?

Osborn: Then let's stick to the original plan, I'll take you out for a fancy dinner.

You: Original plan?

Osborn: Silly, of course it can't just be roses on a day like this.

Osborn: We can't miss out on a candlelit dinner.

You: Pfft...

Osborn: What? Too cheesy?

You: No, no, I'm really looking forward to it!

Osborn quickly finished repairing the car, and we went to change our clothes.

When I came out, Osborn was already waiting for me, dressed in a black suit, sitting calmly on the sofa.

Osborn: Ready? Then let's head out.

Osborn drove the orange jeep all the way towards the outskirts of the city, and I couldn't help but become curious.

You: Where are we going for dinner?

Osborn: Up in the mountains.

He grinned at my surprised expression.

The car reached a one-way lane, and he smoothly shifted gears, pressing down on the accelerator. The vehicle hugged the speed limit as it sped into the darkness.

As we climbed the winding mountain road, the scenery on either side blurred like a moving painting, then faded into the distance.

Soon, golden lights appeared on the mountaintop. It was a magnificent, romantic-looking restaurant.

Osborn parked the car in front of the entrance, and a valet quickly came over to open my door.

I walked into the restaurant, my arm linked with Osborn's. The surrounding floor-to-ceiling windows were like golden frames, showcasing the panoramic night view of the city.

Waiter: Welcome. Do you have a reservation?

Osborn: Yes, under Xiao Yi.

Waiter: Right this way, Mr. Xiao.

We were led to a table for two by the window. The lighting above us was dim and romantic, the candle flames flickering softly, and in the distance, someone was playing a gentle, dreamy fantasia on the piano.

I noticed a card on the table, an event for the holiday, with a list of "truth or dare" style questions.

You: Osborn, should we try this?

Osborn: Sure.

You: First question: "Which do you prefer, the food here, or a home-cooked meal made by your partner?"

Osborn: A home-cooked meal made by you, of course.

Osborn: Hey, remember that lunchbox you made for me that time? The guys on the racing team were so jealous.

You: Really? Then I'll make you another one next time.

Osborn: Okay, it's a promise.

You: Hmm, the second question... "Why did you bring your partner to this restaurant?"

Osborn: Because this is the tallest restaurant in Guangqi City.

I followed his gaze and looked out the window. The city lights below shimmered like a golden river.

Osborn: You can see almost every part of the city from here.

Osborn: Including the places where we first met, where we reunited, and all the places we've been together.

My heart swelled with emotion as I listened, reliving our journey together in those brief moments.

Suddenly, Osborn snatched the card from my hand, scanned the questions, and a mischievous smile spread across his face.

Osborn: My turn to ask.

Osborn: "What's your favorite way to address your partner?"

I thought carefully, various options running through my mind.

1) [Recording Your Audio: Choose the term of endearment you'd like to use.] - Saying something random.

Osborn blinked, a hint of confusion in his eyes as he looked at me.

Osborn: Hmm, I don't remember you ever calling me that.

You: I... I must have remembered wrong.

Osborn shrugged, not saying anything more, and simply raised his hand to continue looking through the cards.

Osborn: Let's move on to the next question then.

2) [Recording Your Audio: Choose the term of endearment you'd like to use.] - Saying his name.

Osborn: Ah.

Osborn responded softly, reaching out to take my hand from where it rested on the table.

Osborn: Any others? Say a couple more for me?

You: Others? That depends on the situation.

Osborn: Let me think...like, when you need to act cute?

You: Act cute...?

He hadn't described a specific scenario, but I could feel my cheeks flushing.

Osborn: What nickname did you think of?

I parted my lips slightly, the word almost escaping.

But then I snapped out of it, meeting Osborn's playful gaze.

You: Nothing! Next question!

Osborn: Okay, next question.

2) [Recording Your Audio: Choose the term of endearment you'd like to use.] - Saying something like my beloved, husband, or baby.

Osborn: Cough... cough...!

Osborn, who was drinking water, started choking. He coughed for a while before stopping, then looked up at me with a mixture of amusement and surprise.

Osborn: What was that nickname?

You: It... it was just... um...

I gestured with my hands, my face growing redder and redder. In the end, I nearly buried my head under the table.

Osborn: I think I get it.

You: Y-You get what?

Meeting Osborn's amused gaze, I became even more embarrassed and decided to bury my head, like an ostrich.

Osborn: You've already said it, why be shy now?

You: It's just that... normally, couples would answer that question with something else... I was just trying to go with the flow...

My explanation seemed to make things worse. Osborn raised a hand to cover his mouth, stifling his laughter, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Osborn: I like the answer. I'm very satisfied. A perfect 10 out of 10.

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Option 5: None of the above options.

Although it was a simple repair, by the time we finished fixing the car, the sun had already set.

I stretched, and then burst out laughing when I noticed a smudge of black grease on Osborn's face.

Osborn raised an eyebrow and reached out to my face. I tried to dodge, but he still managed to leave a matching mark on my cheek with his fingertip.

You: Hey, that's not fair!

Osborn: What's "fair"? Do we need that between us?

Osborn: Come on, little dirty cat, let's go get some rest.

We tidied up a bit, then collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted.

The voices coming from the TV were like a lullaby, and my head drooped, my eyelids growing heavy…

In that hazy space between sleep and wakefulness, I felt increasingly cold and unconsciously moved closer to the warmth beside me.

Osborn: If you're tired, just rest for a bit…

I mumbled in agreement, turned over, and was enveloped in a familiar, warm embrace.

------------------------End of Options------------------------

The night cast a gentle glow on the coastline as Osborn parked the car by the road.

Osborn: Want to go for a walk? The view is nice here.

We strolled along the shore, the lights of the city and the stars reflected on the water's surface, like shimmering specks surrounding us.

Suddenly, a cheer erupted from the nearby plaza. Countless points of light converged in the night sky, forming a heart shape.

Then, the heart transformed into a layered rose, and I gasped.

You: It's a drone show! Someone must be making a confession!

Curious, I stood on tiptoe, trying to see through the crowd gathered to watch the spectacle, but I couldn't make out the people at the center.

Osborn: What do you think of this kind of confession?

Osborn suddenly asked, and I looked at him in surprise. He didn't seem like someone who would be interested in this sort of thing.

You: It's alright, quite romantic.

You: Some people think that love is a private matter between two people, but others want to announce their love to the world.

You: It's just a way of expressing your feelings.

Osborn nodded thoughtfully.

Osborn: Which do you prefer?

You: Me?

You: I think what matters isn't the method, but the right person.

You: As long as it's with the right person, any method is perfect.

We stopped walking. Everyone else had gone to watch the show, leaving us alone in this quiet corner.

Osborn: Actually, Puning and the others gave me a lot of crazy suggestions.

Thinking about the messages on his phone and the roses carefully arranged in the car trunk, I had already guessed.

Osborn: But this one, it was entirely my idea.

You: Huh?

Osborn: Come closer.

I took a small step towards him, and my eyes met his, my reflection clear in their depths.

My cheeks felt warm, and I wasn't sure if it was from the wind or from the anticipation rising within me.

Osborn took something out of his pocket, his head slightly bowed as he leaned towards me.

A cool sensation against my neck, accompanied by a soft click, made me look down.

A long necklace rested on my chest, its pendant oddly familiar. Looking closer, I realized it was almost identical to the necklace Osborn wore.

You: It's a button...

Osborn: Mm-hmm.

Osborn nodded, his fingertip gently touching the pendant, bringing the button closer to my heart.

Osborn: You said once that the second button on a shirt is the closest to the heart.

Osborn: So now, your heart must be filled with me.

Under the night sky, his eyes sparkled with tenderness.

I nodded softly, my fingers tightening around the necklace until the small metal button was warm from my touch.

In truth, it wasn't just my heart, but my eyes, my memories... they were all filled with him.

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PHONE CALL

Osborn: Hello? I'm here.

Osborn: Why the long silence? Did you accidentally call me?

You: No! I...

Osborn: Hmm? What's wrong?

You: I had a few drinks with my colleagues, and I'm a bit tipsy, so my reactions are a bit slow.

Osborn: You had drinks? Well, it's good that you remembered to call me, at least.

Osborn: Send me your location. I'll come pick you up.

You: Are you free now…? No, wait, that's not important!

You: What do you think of me?

Osborn: What do you mean?

Osborn: Oh, you mean my opinion of you?

Osborn: Hmm, that's a question I'll have to think about carefully.

You: Just tell me your first impression!

Osborn: You're a good person.

You: Huh? That's it...?

Osborn: You sound a little disappointed.

You: You: No, I'm just sleepy!

Osborn: Just kidding. You're wonderful, even more wonderful than I imagined.

You: Really? I don't think I'm as good as you say...

Osborn: Well, I'm the one who's always paying attention to you, so trust me.

Osborn: If I had to say something negative… it would be your self-doubt, like right now. But other than that, you're great.

Osborn: Is that enough?

You: More than enough! Actually… actually, I've liked you for a long time.

Osborn: I already knew that.

You: No, I mean… Your car is really cool, I've liked it for a long time!

Osborn: That's not allowed.

You: Huh? Why not?

Osborn: Liking me because of me is fine. Liking me because of my car is not.

Osborn: Can't have the cause and effect reversed. I'll give you another chance to rephrase that.

You: Okay, okay, I get it...

You: Ahem, sorry, actually, that was just a prank…

Osborn: Oh? And which part was the prank?

Osborn: I think one part was true. The part before "liking my car."

Osborn: I forgot to mention, I feel the same.

You: Osborn...

You: This is a bit embarrassing, but I have to confess, this call was actually a dare from a drinking game....

Osborn: Oh, a drinking game?

You: Yeah, the loser has to call the third person in their call history and confess to them, exactly like I just did.

Osborn: Then I should be grateful that I'm the third person on your list. Otherwise, you would have called someone else.

You: But my acting was good, wasn't it? You didn't even notice!

Osborn: I think you're mistaken. I was playing along.

You: Huh?

Osborn: I already guessed it was a prank. I was deliberately playing along.

You: Osborn!

You: Forget it, you tricked me, I tricked you, we're even.

You: But that means... what you said earlier was also...

Osborn: Of course it was true. When have I ever lied to you?

Osborn: If you don't believe me, I'll say it again in person. Send me your location. See you soon.

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TEXT MESSAGE

Osborn: Have you noticed the change? You: Is it… your clothes? Osborn: Huh? When do I not change clothes? Osborn: Think carefully. The consequences of giving me a perfunctory answer are severe. You: Wait, I know! You're teasing me again! Osborn: Wow, quick on the uptake this time. Osborn: Just kidding. I changed cars. This one matches your outfit. Osborn: You seemed a bit down today, so I thought this would distract you. But next time, pay more attention to me, okay? You: Oh my god, you did! I'm so sorry I didn't notice! 5555 Osborn (Voice MSG): If you want to apologize, you can treat me to dinner tonight. Osborn (Voice MSG): I've already made reservations. No working overtime today, that's the deal.

TIMELINE POST

Osborn: We agreed beforehand, whoever loses the courage test is the chicken.

You: I'm the chicken! Hugging onto Boss Xiao's leg, no one can chase me away!

Osborn's Reply: So clinging to my arm wasn't enough, you want to hug my leg too?

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Who is a professional storyteller?

Let us understand who is a professional storyteller in the first place.

Professional storytellers in the purist form are the below examples:

E.g. – Authors: Writers who create novels, short stories, non-fiction books, and other written works are professional storytellers. They share their stories with readers through published books and articles.

E.g. – Journalists: Journalists report on real-life events and issues, but they do so by telling stories through news articles, documentaries, and investigative reports in storytelling format

E.g. – Movie makers and Screenwriters: Professionals who write scripts and direct for movies, television shows, and other visual media are also storytellers. They craft fictional narratives that are brought to life through actors, and other creative professionals.

E.g. – Digital Content Creators: In the age of the internet, many individuals create online content as professional storytellers. This includes YouTubers, podcasters, bloggers, and social media influencers who use various media to tell stories and engage their audience.

Similarly, there are many such examples of professional storytellers as below!

Professional Storytellers in business parlance:

Anyone who uses the power of storytelling in his/her respective profession is also a storyteller.

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E.g. – Marketing head: This one of a company uses storytelling in the company website, social media handles, etc. to promote the company brand

E.g. – Content writer: This one uses storytelling in his/her articles to keep the readers engaged and touch their souls

E.g. – Good leader:   A good leader is always a good storyteller, who uses the power of storytelling to inspire his team members and get the best out of them

E.g. – Storytelling Coaches and Consultants: Some professionals specialise in teaching others how to tell compelling stories in corporates

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Think of professional storytellers as contemporary magicians, wielding the wand of words to conjure images, emotions, and ideas.

In a world swamped with tweets, posts, and notifications, they are a rare breed of wizards who wield this ancient art of storytelling to captivate, educate, and mesmerise

They aren’t just storytellers; they are time travellers, guiding us through epochs and dimensions, allowing us to see through the eyes of heroes and villains, kings and paupers.

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The realms of professional storytelling aren’t confined to campfires and cosy corners. They’ve infiltrated boardrooms and meeting halls, transforming brands into sagas. These storytellers collaborate with corporations to imbue their narratives with soul, turning logos into legends and slogans into anthems. They coach and convert the employees of any organisation to master storytellers

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One can learn from these various professional storytellers to become one among them.

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