Pavitr and you were at your local cafe near his home, getting yourselves your normal drinks when you noticed a couple reading romantic poems to each other in the corner.

Pavitr smiled at this, he’d always been one for affection. He carefully took hold of your hand, and paid for your drinks before you both walked out.

“One day, I’m going to write you a poem about how much I love you.” He explained simply, a small giggle and smile on his face as he caressed your hand.