“What kind of a man do you want?" Pratap asked, eagerly.
"Someone to sweep me off my feet." Ajabde chuckled awkwardly avoiding his glance.
"Oh, a sweeper?" He teased with a lingering smile.
"What are you doing?" Ajabde asked as he grabbed her waist to help her off the horse.
"Trying to sweep you off your feet." He made her blush.”