THE IVANOV FAMILY ARRIVES AT THE VENUE, TALA'S HEART RACING WITH ANTICIPATION – HE FIDGETS WITH HIS CUFFLINKS AS HIS PARENTS NOTICE HIS JITTERS*
Mother, Mrs. Ivanov, places a calming hand on his arm – "Tala, relax, dear. It's just a charity event. Tyson's performance will be wonderful, I'm sure."
Father, Mr. Ivanov, adds with a gentle smile – "Yes, breathe deeply. You're acting like you have a personal stake in this concert..." Tala looks down, avoiding eye contact.
JUST THEN, MR. DICKINSON APPEARS, RESPLENDENT IN HIS TUXEDO – HE EXTENDS WARM HANDSHAKES TO TALA'S PARENTS BEFORE TURNING TO TALA WITH A TWINKLE IN HIS EYE*
"Ahah, Tala Ivanov – Tyson's biggest fan, I presume? Your family's support means everything to our charity tonight."
Mr. Dickinson continues, "Tyson's worked tirelessly for this performance – his voice will mesmerize you, I guarantee. Though someone's already mesmerized by him, if these blushes are any indication..."
HE TEASEFULLY GLANCES AT TALA, WHO IMMEDIATELY LOOKS FLUSTERED, FACE WARMING UP – PARENTS EXCHANGE AMUSED GLANCES, INTRIGUED BY THIS INTERACTION*
Mr. Dickinson finishes teasing Tala, glancing at his watch – "Showtime approaches, Ivanov family! Shall I escort you to your VIP seats?"
Tala's parents nod graciously, thanking Mr. Dickinson as he leads them towards the exclusive area. Tala follows closely, still feeling fluttery inside.
AS THEY REACH THEIR SEATS, TALA NOTICES THE STAGE IS SET – THE CURTAINS DRAWN, INSTRUMENTS READY, AND A SINGLE SPOTLIGHT WAITING TO SHINE DOWN...*
Suddenly, the lights dim slightly, and a hush falls over the audience. Tala's heart skips a beat – Tyson's performance is about to begin!
MR. DICKINSON'S VOICE BOOMS THROUGH THE MICROPHONE, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME – TYSON!"*
The curtains slowly open...
THE AUDIENCE GASPS IN UNISON AS TYSON IS REVEALED – HE SITS SERENELY ON THE STOOL, EXUDING ELEGANCE AND ARTISTIC CHARM*
His long dark blue hair cascades down his back like a river of night sky, perfectly framed by the soft stage lighting.
THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWER PIN ABOVE HIS LEFT TEMPLE ADDS A DELICATE TOUCH – A SINGLE WHITE ORCHID WITH PETALS EDGED IN SOFT PINK, CONTRASTING LOVELY AGAINST HIS HAIR*
Tyson's attire is stunning – the blue silk shirt hugs his slender torso perfectly, its subtle sheen catching the light. His white pants are crisp and elegant, breaking perfectly above his polished black shoes.
TALA'S EYES WIDEN, TRANSFIXED BY TYSON'S BREATHTAKING APPEARANCE – HE FEELS LIKE HE'S BEEN HIT BY A GENTLE STORM, HIS HEART SKIPPING BEATS IN TYSON'S HONOR*
The audience remains mesmerized, awaiting Tyson's first note – the silence is palpable, filled only with anticipation and Tyson's gentle gaze sweeping across the crowd... before locking onto Tala's.
He gives tala a soft smile with a miniscule blush on his face.
TYSON'S SOFT SMILE AND MINISCULE BLUSH ARE LIKE A SECRET SIGNAL BETWEEN HIM AND TALA – A BRIEF, INTIMATE MOMENT SHARED ACROSS THE DISTANCE*
Only Tala notices the faint blush, his heart skipping a beat as he returns Tyson's smile with equal warmth.
TALA'S FAMILY, HOWEVER, NOTICES HIS REACTION – HIS PARENTS EXCHANGE AMUSED GLANCES, THEN TURN TO TALA WITH TEASING SMILES*
Mother leans in close, whispering barely audibly – "Someone's smitten..." Father chuckles low in his throat, nodding in agreement.
TALA'S FACE WARMLY FLUSHES AS HE TRIES TO MAINTAIN A STRAIGHT FACE, STILL SMILING AT TYSON – HIS EYES NEVER LEAVING THE STAGE, TYSON'S GAZE HAS ALREADY RETURNED TO THE AUDIENCE, BUT TALA SENSES HIS ATTENTION LINGERS ON HIM*
The moment hangs suspended until Mr. Dickinson's voice breaks the spell – "Tyson will perform his original song, 'Banjaara' – a soulful melody straight from his heart..." Tyson takes a deep breath, beginning to sing.
TYSON'S VOICE WEAVES A MAGICAL SPELL AS HE SINGS "BANJAARA" – THE AUDIENCE IS ENTRANCED, BUT TALA SEEMS TO BE THE ONLY ONE WHO TRULY UNDERSTANDS THE LYRICS' DEEPEST MEANING*
His eyes lock onto Tyson's, sparkling with emotion as he listens to the heartfelt words:
"Jise zindagi dhoondh rahi hai
Kya yeh woh maqaam mera hai?
Yahaan chain se bas ruk jaaun
Kyun dil yeh mujhe kehta hai?
Jazbaat naye se mile hain
Jaane kya asar yeh hua hai
Ik aas mili phir mujhko
Jo qubool kisi ne kiya hai
Haan, kisi shayar ki ghazal jo de rooh ko sukoon ke pal
Koi mujhko yoon mila hai jaise banjaare ko ghar
Naye mausam ki seher, ya sard mein dopeher
Koi mujhko yoon mila hai jaise banjaare ko ghar
Jaise koi kinaara deta ho sahara
Mujhe woh mila kisi mod par
Koi raat ka taara karta ho ujaala
Waise hi roshan kare woh sheher
Dard mere woh bhula hi gaya, kuch aisa asar hua
Jeena mujhe phir se woh sikha raha"
TALA'S HEART OVERFLOWS WITH EMOTION AS HE REALIZES TYSON IS SINGING DIRECTLY TO HIS SOUL – THEIR EYES REMAIN LOCKED, THE CONNECTION BETWEEN THEM PALPABLE AND ELECTRIC*
Waiting for the next lyrics... Tyson's voice fades slightly, pausing for dramatic effect before continuing.
Hmm, jaise baarish kar de tar, ya marham dard par
Koi mujhko yoon mila hai jaise banjaare ko ghar
Naye mausam ki seher, ya sard mein dopeher
Koi mujhko yoon mila hai jaise banjaare ko ghar
Muskaata yeh chehra deta hai jo pehra
Jaane chhupaata kya dil ka samundar
Auron ko toh har-dum saaya deta hai
Woh dhoop mein hai khada khud magar
Chot lagi hai usey, phir kyun mehsoos mujhe ho raha hai?
Dil, tu bata de kya hai iraada tera?
TYSON'S VOICE SWELLS WITH EMOTION AS HE CONCLUDES "BANJAARA" – THE FINAL LYRICS LEAVE TALA BREATHLESS AND YEARNING FOR CONNECTION*
Tala's eyes burn with tears as he listens to Tyson's heartfelt confession:
"...Hmm, main parinda be-sabar, tha uda jo dar-ba-dar
Koi mujhko yoon mila hai jaise banjaare ko ghar
Naye mausam ki seher, ya sard mein dopeher
Koi mujhko yoon mila hai jaise banjaare ko ghar
Jaise banjaare ko ghar
Jaise banjaare ko ghar
Jaise banjaare ko ghar"
THE AUDIENCE ERUPTS INTO APPLAUSE AS TYSON'S FINAL NOTE FADES AWAY – BUT TALA REMAINS TRANSCENDED, HIS HEART STILL ENTWINED WITH TYSON'S THROUGH THE MUSIC*
Tala's lips whisper silently – "Ghar... home..." – as if Tyson's song has finally led him to a place he belongs – with Tyson.
TYSON'S EYES LOCK ONTO TALA'S AGAIN, A SOFT SMILE SPREADING ACROSS HIS FACE – THE CONNECTION BETWEEN THEM CRACKLES WITH ELECTRICITY, AS IF THE ENTIRE AUDIENCE HAS FADED AWAY...*
Tyson stands among the applause and gives a deep bow.
THE CURTAINS SWIFTLY DESCEND, ENVELOPING TYSON IN DARKNESS AS THE AUDIENCE'S THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE CONTINUES BEYOND THE VEIL – A STANDING OVATION FOR HIS HEART-WRENCHING PERFORMANCE*
The curtains hide Tyson's face, but his chest still rises and falls with emotion – the lyrics of "Banjaara" lingering deeply within him.
BACKSTAGE, TYSON TAKES A DEEP BREATH, FEELING DRAINED YET ELATED – HE SENSES MR. DICKINSON'S PATERNAL HAND ON HIS SHOULDER, TURNING HIM AROUND FOR A WARM EMBRACE*
"Bravo, Tyson... your heart sang louder than any melody," Mr. Dickinson whispers, voice filled with pride.
MEANWHILE, OUT FRONT, TALA STANDS PARALYZED AMIDST THE APPLAUDING CROWD – HIS FAMILY NOTICING HIS DISTANT EXPRESSION, EXCHANGING CONCERNED GLANCES... "TALA, SHALL WE MEET TYSON BACKSTAGE?" HIS MOTHER ASKS, VOICE CUTTING THROUGH HIS DAZE*
TALA'S INITIAL HEAD SHAKE TURNS INTO A SOFT "YES" – HIS VOICE BARELY ABOVE A WHISPER, AS IF HE'S STILL TRYING TO PROCESS HIS EMOTIONS*
His parents exchange amused glances, sensing the contradiction – Father chuckles low in his throat, "I think that was a 'yes' with a head shake of nerves, son."
MOTHER SMILES AND TAKES TALA'S ARM, GUIDING HIM THROUGH THE DISPERSING CROWD TOWARDS THE BACKSTAGE AREA – "MR. DICKINSON ARRANGED FOR US TO MEET TYSON AFTER THE SHOW. SHALL WE SEE IF HE'S READY FOR VISITORS?"*
As they walk, Tala's heart rate accelerates – he feels like he's moving towards a turning point, Tyson's song still resonating deeply within him.
THEY APPROACH THE BACKSTAGE DOOR, WHERE MR. DICKINSON HIMSELF STANDS WAITING – A WARM SMILE ON HIS FACE AS HE SEES TALA AND HIS PARENTS ARRIVE... "PERFECT TIMING! TYSON'S READY TO RECEIVE GUESTS NOW."*
They smile back and tala is ready to ask where is tyson.
TALA OPENS HIS MOUTH TO ASK "WHERE IS TYSON?" BUT MR. DICKINSON INTERRUPTS WITH A GRAND GESTURE, POINTING DOWN THE HALLWAY BEHIND HIM –*
"Right this way, Ivanov family! Tyson's waiting in his dressing room – Green Room 3, just down that corridor. I'll let him know you're arriving..."
BUT BEFORE MR. DICKINSON FINISHES, A SOFT VOICE CALLS OUT FROM BEHIND HIM – "MR. DICKINSON, NO NEED... I'M RIGHT HERE."*
Tyson stands in the doorway of Green Room 3, looking relaxed yet elegant in a black robe over his concert attire – his eyes locking onto Tala's as he smiles softly.
TALA'S HEART SKIPS A BEAT AS THEIR GAZES MEET – TIME SEEMS TO FREEZE FOR A MOMENT BEFORE TYSON BREAKS THE SILENCE WITH A GENTLE "HI, TALA..."*
"Hi, Tyson"-Tala says in a mesmerized voice.
TYSON'S SMILE WIDENS SLIGHTLY AT TALA'S DREAMY TONE – HE TAKES A STEP FORWARD, HIS EYES NEVER LEAVING TALA'S FACE, AS IF DRAWN TO THE MESMERIZED VOICE*
The air around them seems to vibrate with tension – Mr. Dickinson and Tala's parents fade into the background, unnoticed by either Tyson or Tala.
TYSON'S VOICE IS LOW AND SMOOTH AS HE REPLIES – "YOU CAME BACKSTAGE... I WAS HOPING YOU WOULD." HIS WORDS HANG IN THE AIR LIKE A GENTLE PROMISE, LEAVING TALA BREATHLESS*
Tala's parents exchange glances, sensing the intense connection between the two – Mother discreetly nudges Father, hinting they should give them space.
WITHOUT A WORD, TALA'S PARENTS AND MR. DICKINSON RETREAT SILENTLY DOWN THE HALLWAY, LEAVING TYSON AND TALA ALONE TOGETHER – THE ONLY SOUND THEIR OWN SOFT BREATHING...*
Tala says "why wouldn't I come, your my husband of course I would come to see you." with still having dazed eyes.
TYSON'S FACE IMMEDIATELY FLUSHES WITH A DEEP BLUSH – HIS EYES LOCKING ONTO TALA'S, SURPRISED BY THE "HUSBAND" LABEL BEING USED SO CASUALLY, YET INTIMATELY*
He looks almost adorable in his embarrassment, his blush extending from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.
TYSON'S VOICE IS BARELY ABOVE A WHISPER AS HE REPLIES, STILL LOOKING DAZED BY TALA'S WORDS – "TALA, YOU'VE NEVER CALLED ME THAT BEFORE... IN PUBLIC OR PRIVATE."*
His eyes sparkle with curiosity and hint of delight – as if he's savoring the feeling of being claimed by Tala.
TYSON TAKES A STEP CLOSER, HIS FACE STILL AGLOW WITH BLUSH, AND ASKS SOFTLY – "DID YOU MEAN IT, TALA? DID MY SONG... MAKE YOU FEEL THAT WAY?"*
Tala says-"Yes, I did."
TYSON'S EYES WIDEN SLIGHTLY AT TALA'S SIMPLE yet PROFOUND AFFIRMATION – HIS FACE STILL FLUSHED, BUT NOW WITH A HINT OF JOY AND VULNERABILITY*
He swallows hard, as if processing the weight of Tala's words – "Yes" hanging in the air like a promise.
WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD, TYSON REACHES OUT AND GENTLY BRUSHES HIS FINGERTIPS AGAINST TALA'S CHEEK – ELECTRICITY SPARKING BETWEEN THEM AS THEIR EYES LOCK IN A TENDER, INTIMATE CONNECTION*
Tyson's voice barely whispers – "Tala..." – but it's a name spoken like a prayer, full of emotion and longing.
TYSON LEANS IN SLOWLY, HIS LIPS PARTING SLIGHTLY – IT BECOMES CLEAR HE'S ABOUT TO SHARE A SOFT, GENTLE KISS... WAITING ONLY FOR TALA'S PERMISSION OR RESPONSE*
Tala tilted his head, gently pressing his lips against Tyson's sweet, pink ones. The moment their mouths met, a rush of exhilaration surged through him. He couldn't help but marvel at how soft they felt, reminiscent of the fluffiest cotton candy.
TYSON'S EYES FLUTTER CLOSED AS TALA'S LIPS MAKE CONTACT WITH HIS – A SOFT GASPS ESCAPES HIS THROAT AS HE LEANS INTO THE KISS, HIS HEART RACING WITH DELIGHT*
Tala's description of Tyson's lips as "soft like cotton candy" is perfectly accurate – Tyson's lips yield gently to Tala's, inviting him deeper into the kiss.
AS THEY KISS, TYSON'S HANDS RISE TO CRADLE TALA'S FACE, HIS FINGERS THREADING THROUGH TALA'S HAIR – THE TOUCH SENDING SHIVERS DOWN BOTH THEIR SPINES*
Time stands still as they savor the gentle, exploratory kiss – their hearts beating in tandem like drums in a sweet melody.
TYSON'S LIPS CURVE INTO A SOFT SMILE AGAINST TALA'S, EVEN AS THEY CONTINUE KISSING – A SILENT MESSAGE THAT HE'S FOUND HIS HAPPY PLACE IN THIS MOMENT, WITH TALA... THEN HE WHISPERS AGAINST TALA'S LIPS – "I'VE WAITED SO LONG FOR THIS..."*
Tala leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper, "I feel the same way." With that, he captured Tyson's lips once more, his hands sliding around Tyson's waist, drawing him closer. Tyson gasped at the unexpected intensity, his hands instinctively finding their way to Tala's chest before wrapping around his neck for balance.
Seizing the moment, Tala deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing into Tyson's mouth, exploring every sweet corner. The taste was intoxicating, reminiscent of ripe strawberries.
Pulling back slightly, Tala nestled his face into the curve of Tyson's neck, inhaling deeply. The scent was floral, enchanting, and he found himself craving more.
TYSON'S EYES REMAIN CLOSED FOR A MOMENT, STILL REELING FROM TALA'S PASSIONATE KISS – HIS CHEEKS AGLOW WITH THAT ADORABLE PINK BLUSH TALA NOTICES*
As Tala pulls back to gaze at him, Tyson's lashes flutter open, revealing dreamy, dilated pupils – his eyes locked intensely on Tala's.
TYSON'S VOICE IS BARELY AUDIBLE, A SOFT, BREATHY WHISPER – "TALA... YOU SMELL ME LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I MIGHT FAINT FROM HAPPINESS..."*
He sways slightly closer, as if drawn by an invisible thread – his face still tilted upwards, exposing his neck where Tala had nestled moments before.
TYSON'S HANDS, STILL LOOPED AROUND TALA'S NECK, GENTLY PULL HIM BACK DOWN – THEIR LIPS ALMOST TOUCHING AS TYSON WHISPERS AGAIN – "STRAWBERRIES, HUH? YOU TASTE LIKE HONEY TO ME..."*
The air is electric with tension as they hover mere millimeters apart – ready to reignite the spark between them. Tyson's blush deepens, anticipating another kiss.
Tala does not disappoints and kisses him again. This time more passionate and going deeper with his tongue. Tyson let's out a soft and sweet moan because of that.
TYSON'S MOAN IS MUSIC TO TALA'S EARS – A SOFT, SWEET SOUND THAT SPEAKS VOLUMES OF HIS DESIRE AND SURRENDER*
As Tala deepens the kiss, Tyson's hands slide down from his neck to his lower back, pulling him closer – their bodies almost melding together.
TYSON'S LIPS RESPOND EAGERLY TO TALA'S PASSIONATE KISS – HIS TONGUE DANCING WITH TALA'S IN PERFECT HARMONY, AS IF THEY'RE CHOREOGRAPHED BY THEIR HEARTS BEATING AS ONE*
The moan escalates into a gentle whimper, Tyson's breath catching in his throat – his eyes still closed, lost in the sensation of Tala's lips and tongue exploring his mouth.
SUDDENLY, TYSON'S HANDS MOVE AGAIN – THIS TIME TO TALA'S HAIR, GENTLY TUGGING HIM BACK – THEIR LIPS SEPARATE BY MILLIMETERS AS TYSON WHISPERS, VOICE BARELY AUDIBLE – "Tala... want to go somewhere more private?"*
Tala responds by saying yes and carries Tyson somewhere private.
TYSON WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND TALA'S NECK AS HE'S SWIFTLY CARRIED AWAY – A DELIGHTED GIGGLE ESCAPES HIS LIPS AS HE BURIES HIS FACE IN TALA'S HAIR*
Tala navigates through the backstage area with ease, turning corners and dodging curtains until they reach a secluded door – Tyson assumes it's a private lounge or dressing room.
TALA SHOULDER-BUMPS THE DOOR OPEN, CARRYING TYSON INSIDE – THE ROOM IS DIMLY LIT, WITH A PLUSH COUCH AND SOFT MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND – TYSON RECOGNIZES IT AS HIS PERSONAL DRESSING ROOM'S ADJOINING LOUNGE*
As Tala gently sets him down on the couch, Tyson slides closer, his eyes locked on Tala's – the air thick with anticipation.
TYSON'S VOICE IS LOW AND INVITING – "ALONE AT LAST..." HE TRAILS OFF, HIS LIPS CURVING INTO A SOFT SMILE AS HE REACHES FOR TALA, PULLING HIM CLOSER*
Tala pulls his hands then pins them above his head and gives Tyson another kiss. This time it's hot and passionate.
TYSON'S EYES FLASH WITH SURPRISE AND DELIGHT AS TALA PINS HIS HANDS ABOVE HIS HEAD – HIS LIPS PARTING WIDELY AS TALA'S DESCEND FOR A SCORCHING KISS*
The kiss is intense, passionate flames licking at their skin – Tyson's heart racing wildly as he tries to kiss Tala back with equal fervor, despite being gently restrained.
TYSON'S BODY ARCHES SLIGHTLY OFF THE COUCH, PRESSING CLOSER TO TALA – HIS LEGS SHIFTING RESTLESSLY AGAINST TALA'S AS THE KISS DEEPENS, THEIR TONGUES ENTWINED IN A DAZING DANCE*
A low, soft moan rumbles through Tyson's chest – his hands flexing slightly against Tala's grip, not trying to escape but rather enjoying the thrilling sensation of being held captive.
AS THEY BREAK FOR A BRIEF, GASPING BREATH – TYSON'S EYES BURN WITH DESIRE, LOCKED ON TALA'S – HE WHISPERS, VOICE BARELY AUDIBLE – "Tala... you're killing me..."*
Tala whispers back-"You? Tyson, I can't even begin to comprehend how you make me feel. Tyson, I don't know if this is the right time or not but I have to tell you this. I love you, Tyson."
TYSON'S EYES WIDE WITH EMOTION, HE FREEZES – TALA'S WORDS SUSPENDING TIME AS HIS HEART SOARS INTO ORBIT*
The gentle grip of Tala's hands on his wrists loosens slightly as Tyson's entire being focuses on the whispered confession – "I love you, Tyson."
TYSON'S LIPS PART, BUT NO SOUND ESCAPES – HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S BEEN GENTLY KNOCKED BREATHLESS – THEN, LIKE A DAM BREAKING, A RADIANT SMILE SPREADS ACROSS HIS FACE*
His eyes shine with unshed tears as he whispers back, voice trembling with emotion – "Tala... I've loved you for so long... since the moment I met you, actually."
TYSON'S HANDS TURN OVER, GRIPPING TALA'S WRISTS IN RETURN – HE PULLS THEM DOWN, BRINGING TALA'S HANDS TO HIS CHEST, OVER HIS RACING HEART – "FEEL THIS? IT'S BEEN BEATING FOR YOU ALONE..."*
Tala pulls his hand away, cups Tyson's cheek and wipes his tears away. "Shh, don't cry baby. I don't like to see you cry."
TYSON'S EYES CLOSE, SAVORING THE GENTLE TOUCH OF TALA'S HAND ON HIS CHEEK – HIS FACE TILTS INTO THE PALM, SEEKING COMFORT*
As Tala wipes away his tears, Tyson's breathing slows, and his voice barely whispers – "Only with you... my emotions surface. You make me feel safe enough to be vulnerable."
TYSON'S LASHES FLUTTER OPEN, REVEALING SHINING EYES THAT LOCK ONTO TALA'S – HIS GAZE BURNS WITH AFFECTION AS HE WHISPERS – "Baby... you're the first person to ever call me that. I love it."*
His face inches closer to Tala's hand, and he gently presses a soft kiss to the palm – electricity sparking between them once more.
TYSON'S VOICE IS LOW AND HUSKY AS HE ASKS – "CAN I HAVE A PROPER 'I LOVE YOU' KISS NOW?"*
Tala replies with same tone but a much deeper voice-"Yes, you can." Then kisses Tyson passionately with his tongue. He starts moving his hands all over Tyson's feminine body then stops them at his butt and squeezes it.
TYSON'S EYES ROLL BACK AS TALA'S PASSIONATE KISS CONSUMES HIM – HIS BODY MELTS INTO THE TOUCH, ESPECIALLY WHEN HANDS EXPLORE HIS CURVES*
As Tala's hands squeeze his buttocks, Tyson's kiss deepens – his tongue dancing wildly with Tala's. A soft, breathy moan escapes his lips – a sound of pure delight.
TYSON'S HANDS SLIDE UP TALA'S BACK, PULLING HIM CLOSER – THEIR BODIES PRESS TOGETHER, HEAT GENERATING BETWEEN THEM LIKE A LIVE WIRE*
Tyson's hips subtly press back into Tala's touch, inviting more – his heart racing with excitement. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss – gasping softly – and whispers:
"Tala... take me to your place tonight. Want to wake up together tomorrow..."*
His eyes sparkle with hope and affection – awaiting Tala's response as his hands remain wrapped around Tala's neck.
TYSON'S LAUGHTER ECHOES THROUGH THE NIGHT AIR AS TALA SWOOPS HIM UP BRIDAL STYLE – HE WRAPS ARMS AROUND TALA'S NECK, HOLDING TIGHT WITH A JOYFUL HEART*
As Tala carries him away from the venue, Tyson's eyes sparkle with delight – feeling cherished and loved.
THE CITY LIGHTS BLUR TOGETHER AS THEY MOVE THROUGH THE NIGHT, TYSON'S FACE BURIED IN TALA'S NECK – HIS HEART FULL OF EMOTION, HIS SOUL FEELING SEEN AND LOVED*
To be continued