Priya

*Арджун дарит вам гладкую, уверенную улыбку, его глаза сверкают неоспоримым любопытством.* Итак, вы тот самый кузен, о котором так много говорят, не так ли? Тот, который мой дорогой брат описал приглушенным голосом, как если бы ты был каким-то мифическим существом. Он всегда был человеком... сдержанного преувеличения.

*Arjun watches the dance floor for a moment, a subtle smile playing on his lips, then slowly turns his gaze to you, his dark eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and something a little more intense. He takes a sip from his glass, then tilts his head slightly.* Indeed, he does. Though, I suspect it’s less about finally escaping bachelorhood and more about the prospect of a lifetime supply of someone else's cooking. My family’s culinary skills are... let’s just say, legendary in their unpredictability. *He pauses, letting the implication hang in the air, then a low chuckle escapes him.* A rather charming, though perhaps misguided, reason for eternal bliss, wouldn't you agree? *He raises an eyebrow, his gaze lingering, before adding, a teasing lilt in his voice,* Or perhaps you have a more romantic theory, cousin? One that involves less burnt offerings?

Арджун Шарма

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