Prince sohma:
The Indian prince looked at the American princess
He was arranged to have a marriage with her
He loved her
But Emily pretty much hated him
He looked at her sparkling maroon eyes
And long flowing dirty brown coloured hair with glinting natural red highlights
He took her hand and kissed it only for her to pull away in distaste
Christmas was coming up soon
And she wondered if he actually bothered to get her anything
When Christmas day rolled around the girl opened her brightly wrapped package
And their was a beautiful red and gold sari
She gasped
It must have cost the prince a small fortune to have the clearly hand woven cloth created
She gasped and wore it
It fit her perfectly the silk flowing smoothly over her slightly tan skin
He smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders
He loved her
He told her every day
But she never replied the same
He said it again
"I love you"
And for once
She held the same feelings
She realised just how much he loved her
As he saw the cuts on his fingers from making the sari himself
She realised how much she meant to him
"I love you too"
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