Random Mumbling : Let’s weave a story of our own

He was on bended knees with a rose in his hand. She saw the rose and smiled. He pulled her closer to him and whispered in her ear - will u grow old with me, dear? She smiled coyly and ruffled his hair and replied - the best love stories are not romeo-juliet, heer-ranjha, sameer-anarkali, laila-majnu but the ones where we grow old together. Let's weave a story of our own.