In the streets of Verona, lived two rival noble families - The Capulet and The Montague.

Reason behind the rivalry was pretty unknown. It was a ritual more than rivalry to witness the opposite party and spat words at each other even though there was no reason to do so.

Romeo, the son of Montague was a brave and young boy. Handsome more than any men in Verona and knew exactly how to steal the heart of a lady away. His cousin Benvolio, one day, saw him sulking in the garden.

"What is with you, mate?" He asked patting Romeo's back. Romeo gave him a sour look but answered the question with a boyish pout. His lower lip was being grazed by his teeths.

"I want to meet Rosaline. I have never witnessed a woman as beautiful as her. I love her Benvolio and I need her." Romeo whined. Romeo, being young, had a tendency to lose his heart easily.

Benvolio knew his friend inside and out. He knew his playboy nature and him losing his heart at the sight of every beautiful and attractive girl. He asked him to forget her and find someone else.

"I love her and I don't want anyone else except her." Romeo argued back. "I would do anything for her."

Benvolio didn't believed him and just so to tackle the whinning of Romeo,  he proposed an idea and Romeo being the stubborn young boy agreed to it, immediately.

"I don't think this is a good idea." Mercutio, a witty friend of Romeo said looking around.

Benvolio's great idea was that Romeo would  confront Rosaline at the masquerade and confess his undying love for her.

The twist was that the masquerade was held at the rival family Capulet. Romeo neglected the fear and consequences and went to seek what he came for.

"There is no going back now." Romeo said behind the mask. His eyes moving in search for Rosaline and he did find her.

The smile on Romeo's face soon faded when Tybalt, the cousin of Juliet, witnessed them. Capulet held him back not to ruin her daughter's masquerade. Romeo saw the commotion and turned to flee.

He ran while looking back to see if anyone was following him but ended up crashing into someone. His eyes closed when he fell over the other person.

He groaned while peeking and saw the most beautiful face he had ever witnessed. Gone were the thoughts and love for Rosaline, all he could see was the girl infront of him.

The soft skin of the girl blushing light pink under his gaze and her pink lips were so inviting, Romeo felt like she was made to be seen and loved by him and only him. A pair of widened eyes looking straight at Romeo and Romeo felt like losing into the gaze forever.

"Get off me." The girl said pushing Romeo's heavy body aside. "I can't believe you torn my dress." The girl mumbled to herself. "Who are you? Answer me, mister. Who are you?" The girl questioned Romeo but he couldn't made it in himself to speak. "Father is going to be so angry."

This made Romeo jerk out of his thoughts.

"I am so sorry, my lady." He apologised. "I apologise for my actions but must I say, you don't need to worry. Infront of your beauty, the dress is nothing and believe me no one is going to bother moving their eyes from this beautiful face."

Romeo's words made the girl blush and her gaze lowered. Romeo saw the innocence and wished to have it all for himself. He wished for only one thing at that moment and the wish was to be able to see the rosy girl, standing infront of him while clutching her dress, everyday.

"May I have the honour of knowing your name, beautiful one." Romeo requested softly. "I am Romeo."

The girl still held light blush covering her cheeks but she was taught to answer a question when asked and being the noble lady she was, she spoke.

The words left those soft pink and plump lips as if an intricate melody has been composed only for the ears of Romeo. It was love at first sight.

"I am Juliet" She said softly. The name was embedded in Romeo's heart forever. Juliet, it echoed in his mind again and again until it touched his soul.

Juliet left soon and Romeo watched her silehoutte moving away from him and a single thought crossed his mind making him shiver in pleasure.

I am in love with her.

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Love is in the air. Romeo and Juliet met for the first time.

Is it going to be their last?

Is Romeo really in love or is it his another fling?

Is Tybalt going to chase Romeo or will Capulet keep him at bay?

Tell me what you think?