Roman stood in his room, wrapped in a towel, deliberating over the perfect outfit for his dinner with Saanvi. Despite the business nature of the meeting, he couldn't help but try his luck. As he pondered, he suddenly recalled the mysterious black suit he had won earlier that morning. He pulled it out of his golden spatial ring, admiring its sleek design.
As he put on the suit, it initially felt tight, but it quickly loosened and fit him perfectly. The moment he wore it, he felt an unusual connection to his brain, as if the suit was attuning itself to his thoughts. Roman discovered that the suit had an incredible function - it could transform into any clothing he desired.
Excited, he chose a black suit, black shirt, black pants, and a black tie. The suit adapted, revealing a unique design with dark silver lining that shimmered in the light. The outfit was stunning, and to his surprise, it even emitted a pleasant scent. Roman couldn't help but think that having this suit earlier would have saved him a fortune on clothes.
Feeling confident and stylish, Roman bid farewell to Bianca and headed out, ready to make a lasting impression on Saanvi. This suit would not only make him look good but also play a significant role in his future endeavors.
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Roman hailed a taxi and slid into the backseat, giving the driver the name of the restaurant where he had reserved a table. As they pulled away from the curb, he settled in for the short ride, his mind wandering to the meeting with Saanvi.
The taxi glided through the city streets, the soft hum of the engine and the occasional horn honk creating a soothing background noise. Roman gazed out the window, watching the neon lights and billboards blur together as they drove.
After a few minutes, the taxi pulled up to the restaurant, and Roman paid the driver before stepping out onto the sidewalk. He took a deep breath, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness building in his chest.
As he approached the entrance, he caught the eye of the hostess, a young woman with a warm smile. "Good evening, I'm here for the reservation under Roman Vitali," he said, his voice confident and clear.
The hostess's eyes sparkled as she looked him up and down, taking in his sleek black suit. "Of course, right this way, sir," she replied, leading him to his table.
Roman smiled to himself as he followed her, feeling a sense of anticipation build. He knew that this meeting with Saanvi was going to be something special.
As Roman sat down at his table, he couldn't help but notice the subtle glances from the other diners. His black suit seemed to radiate an aura of sophistication, drawing attention from the surrounding patrons. The soft lighting of the restaurant highlighted the suit's dark silver lining, making it shimmer like a subtle whisper of elegance.
The waiter, a middle-aged man with a professional smile, approached Roman's table. "Can I start you off with something to drink, sir? Perhaps a glass of wine or champagne?"
Roman waved his hand graciously. "Not yet, thank you. I'm waiting for someone. She should be arriving shortly."
The waiter nodded understandingly. "Very well, sir. I'll check on you periodically. Please don't hesitate to let me know when you're ready to order."
As the waiter departed, Roman's gaze drifted around the restaurant, taking in the soft murmur of conversations and the gentle clinking of silverware against plates. He checked his watch, noting that Saanvi was running a few minutes late. A slight smile played on his lips, and he leaned back in his chair, exuding an air of confident patience.
Just then, a commotion at the entrance caught his attention. The maître d' was greeting a woman with a warm smile, and Roman's heart skipped a beat as he recognized Saanvi's striking features. She was even more radiant than he had imagined, her red dress shimmering like a fiery ember as she made her way towards him.
Roman's eyes widened as he took in Saanvi's stunning appearance. He had been too distracted by the chaos of the banquet the night before to fully appreciate her beauty, but now, in the soft light of the restaurant, he was struck by her radiant features.
Saanvi's light bronze skin glowed with a warm, golden undertone, and her dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night. Her dress, a intricate red and gold saree, hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her curvaceous figure.
But it was her face that truly captivated Roman. Her features were delicate yet striking, with high cheekbones, a small nose, and full lips that curved into a gentle smile. And then, of course, there was the Maang Tikka, a delicate gemstone adorning her forehead, adding an extra touch of elegance to her already stunning appearance.
Roman felt his heart race as he took in the sight of her, his mind struggling to comprehend how someone could be so beautiful. He couldn't help but stare, his eyes drinking in the sight of her like a man parched for water.
As Saanvi approached the table, Roman rose to his feet, his movements graceful and fluid. He greeted her with a charming smile, his voice low and husky, laced with a subtle seduction that made her heart skip a beat.
"Good evening, Miss Patel," he said, his eyes roaming over her face and figure, his gaze lingering on the delicate Maang Tikka on her forehead. "You look stunning tonight."
As he pulled out her chair, his hand brushed against hers, sending a spark of electricity through both of them. Saanvi felt a flutter in her chest as she sat down, her eyes locking with Roman's, which seemed to hold a secret message that only she could decipher.
Roman continued to admire her beauty, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, his face reflecting his appreciation. Saanvi felt a blush rise to her cheeks, but she couldn't help but be pleased by the attention. She had never felt so seen, so appreciated, by anyone before.
As they settled in, the waiter arrived to take their order, and Roman's voice was smooth as silk as he ordered for them both, his eyes never leaving Miss Patel's face. "We'll have the special of the evening, thank you," he said, his tone confident and assured.
The atmosphere was charged with tension, the air thick with anticipation, as they both knew that this was going to be a night to remember. Roman's use of "Miss Patel" was a subtle reminder of the formal nature of their meeting, but his eyes told a different story, hinting at a deeper connection that was yet to be explored.