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Mr. Blue & Miss Red ;)

 He lived in hues of ocean, sky, and deep, Mr. Blue, his heart in azure did sleep. Each book, each shirt, each thought, a sapphire gleam, A world immersed within a blue-toned dream. She, Miss Red, a fire in her vibrant soul, Where crimson burned, and passions took their toll. But rainbows danced within her eager sight, A spectrum bright, a kaleidoscope of light.

He watched her move, a flame against the grey, Unknowing love that lit his every day. Her laughter rang, a melody so clear, Surrounded by her friends, she held them dear. A trio strong, a family in this place, In a new city, finding love and grace. They shared their joys, each moment bright and bold, Exploring paths, and stories to be told.

With FZ their steed, a trusty, metal friend, Through Bangalore's lanes, their joyful journeys tend. The street food's spice, a taste of local fare, New lessons learned, a world beyond compare. Two of the three, their paths began to bend, As wedding bells their happy futures lend. And then they stood, just Mr. Blue and she, Alone together, destiny's decree.

He, a true gem, though she did not perceive, The depth of care, the love he'd long believe. She took a step, a leap of faith unknown, In friendship's guise, a future to be sown. No grand romance, no passionate display, Just trust and comfort, lighting up her way. She married him, with open, trusting heart, Unknowing then, the role he'd truly start.

No expectations, burdens she did bear, But Mr. Blue, with tender, loving care, Convinced the families, with a gentle hand, And wove a wedding, beautifully planned. He gave his all, each thoughtful gesture true, Ensuring joy in all that he could do. With gifts bestowed, and love in every deed, He made her feel, a cherished, planted seed.

He nurtured her, with kindness as his guide, A constant presence, walking by her side. This gem divine, a treasure she had found, Though in her youth, the truth had not been crowned. He is the blue, that painted her new skies, The steady strength that in her future lies. A quiet love, that blossomed in the sun, Their intertwined lives, beautifully begun

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