Chapter 262

Her eyes were closed and the words were beautiful and her pace was slow and she could see him, his blue eyes looking straight into hers and it was the moment she was desperately trying not to think about. She forced herself to open her eyes and looked up at the TV. They were dancing there too so gracefully and in a ball room. Different pairs and it was the advertisement for "Dancing with the Stars". She was not sure if she was hallucinating or more people had blue eyes and all the men that were dancing looked handsome. She switched the channel and took a seat on the couch facing the TV with a glass of water in her hand. The news cast was talking about contact lenses and was saying blue and green contacts were quiet famous and they went on and on. She turned it off and took her hands behind her hair and relaxed on her couch and closed her eyes.

She had a head band tied across her head holding her hair back. Her face was a little red with exhaustion after a heavy workout and her neck had wipe marks as she had wiped her sweat hard, her light blue and white sleeveless tank top was sticking to her body as if it had glue on the other side. The bow in the front of the sand shorts with a cute pink bell in the front dangled as she lifted her hands revealing her navel. It was clear she was still thinking about last evening and was desperately trying not to. Her thoughts were distracted when the door bell rang and she walked over to the door and opened it up. A man in a white and blue uniform stood there with a beautiful bouquet in his hand and enquired if she was Diya Sharma. She nodded in agreement and in surprise. He handed her a beautiful vase filled with flowers and wished a good day as she closed the door behind him wondering who might have sent the flowers.

It was a 30-stem sensational bouquet of red, white and pink tulips! A note that hanged in a corner said that the 30 red, white and pink tulips were shipped overnight to ensure freshness and were gathered by their expert growers from select floral farms in Holland and were picked at the peak of perfection to arrive fresh. It was a stunning gift, so terrific she loved it. It was beautifully arranged in a gorgeous green ceramic ribbed vase. She didn't know who it was from and she looked for a note but couldn't find one. There was something in a small print just below the section that said how to preserve it. It read, "Many cultures consider the tulip to be the symbol of 'perfect love.' In fact, the ancient Turks used the tulip to brew a love potion!"