Sourav’s Favor

Amy went to the dining hall wearing a blush pink mini dress. Her wavy hair was free from her usual bun-hairstyle like waves in the ocean. Amy also decided to wear flats after a day of wearing Louboutin heels during the seminar. She scanned the busy dining hall for Sourav.

"Amelia," Sourav yelled across the room in his causal shirt that cupped his muscles. Amy looked in Sourav's direction to see him smiling so excitedly. 'There's that smile again,' she thought and headed toward Sourav, where she was welcomed when a warm embrace.

"You look lovely," Sourav beamed.

"Yeah, I look like a child next to you. Can you please grow in reverse and give me some of that height?" Amy bantered and sat down next to Sourav.

"But you're so tiny- it's cute," Sourav complimented Amy. "Sorry about the crowd; other VIPs, besides us, are staying at the palace for some reason."

"What's not to stay? India offers nothing but the best." Amy said as she scanned the room.