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Author's Notes: I am writing this because I was asked (I personally call it harassed) by Kiran and Aria to write something "mushy" and "cute" and "romantic". This is the result or actually my first try at it. Reviews are welcome and so is critiquing. (Its damn hard to write a non-dark story or a normal story without being preachy. I don't even know many words which suit these kinds of stories and not to mention exhausts my brain.) Alright, move on.
Vermilion silk duvet slithers across her naked back as she turns around to settle on her stomach and her head snuggles deeper into pastel shaded pillows and she lets out a contented sigh. If this were to be a scene from a movie, one would have easily concluded as a sensual one. But as I watch her from this windowsill, I see her as a reflection of my dreams. An errant strand of hair lies innocently across her dimples of her cheek which is slightly stretched resulting in a tiny smile which reminds me of a pair of bow and arrow. I remove that errant strand of hair from her face and run my index finger across her cheek. Her tiny smile grows into a deeper and one and the elation which runs in my body is magnanimous; she recognizes my touch even in her sleep.
With her, eternity is only a heartbeat away.
When I had proposed two years back, she had flat out refused. It had crushed me and she looked devastated. I wasn't in a condition to meet her eyes whenever our paths crossed. When she could not take my avoidance anymore, she had lifted my face to hers and forcefully made me look into her eyes.
"I did not say no. I said not yet."
She dropped my face and walked out from my house. The next time our paths had crossed, I had smiled at her and asked her to have dinner with me. Her wide smile which crinkled around her eyes and sudden relaxation of her shoulders had indicated that I had acted wisely.
Time spent in any way with her, was immemorial. I wasn't going to let my pride get in the way of my happiness.
My second proposal was a colossal disaster. Every possible thing which can go wrong had gone awry. I was sincerely hoping that my drunken stupor and screaming "I cannot live without you, so marry me woman" standing on the bar with my shirt gone would be forgiven. She did forgive me after punching my face and giving me the silent treatment for few weeks.
Those weeks were hellish and she ensured that if my day was going any better, she would turn it back to hell. I suppose I deserved that. A few weeks later when we were dining with our friends, she joked about my proposal and her absolute refusal and tugged my cheeks and spoke in a baby tone. I was forgiven but her cheeky description of her refusal had still stung.
It was my atonement.
We had established a sense of comfort between us. Silences only meant acceptance of companionship and occasional fights on personal behavior only meant residual discomfort. And during those times, we learned a bit more about each other. Maybe she did have a point while refusing me back then.
"Third time is a charm", my mother had nagged me when she visited me. I had simply shrugged.
It did not matter to me anymore. Or so I consoled myself. Her words "not yet" gave me solace and a tiny ray of hope. Maybe tomorrow she will be ready, every night I told myself.
I screamed like a five year old girl when I saw her face close to mine as soon as I opened my eyes after a good night sleep. She was going for a romantic-morning-wake-him-up routine which had gloriously backfired. Of course disappointment of her plan not working did not stop her from cackling like a lunatic. I still had had sheets drawn up to my chin, my eyes wide and chest heaving while she collapsed next to me laughing away merrily. Once she had calmed down, she sat up and smiled.
"Marry me today."
And I did.
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Eighty five seconds
There is something tantalizing about driving on a bike when there is a gentle drizzle. Heavy drops splatter on my hand which is clutching the handle and my hands slips every time I try to accelerate. Cold wind gives paper cuts and freezes my ears and waters my eyes. Even the chilly air brings soothe to my overworked body washing away the stress of the day. The traffic around me is lulled down by the unexpected autumn evening showers but it doesn't stop anyone from hurrying back home. People run across crossing with newspaper on their head trying to find any means of escape from the drizzle. The sight is somehow endearing. I am only a block away from my destination and I wonder if I am going to make it on time.
My slippery hands fail to accelerate on time which leaves me stranded in traffic and I manage to maneuver in between two cars. Splatter of rain on car tops, gentle hum of engine and splashing of puddles when people hurried over sang a distant lullaby. I am cozily tucked between two cars whose warming engines provide me warmth while I wait for eighty five seconds; eighty five seconds for traffic signal to turn green, eighty five seconds to start moving again. I can see my destination from where I am stand and the fact that there is someone waiting for me makes me break into a goofy smile.
I wonder if I should have taken the car out today. She is not the kind of person who would like to get her dress or shoes wet. She never really verbalized her dislike for rain but had always frowned whenever I had managed to get myself soaked or even sported drying drops of rain on my shirt. Somehow taking the bike out today seems like a really bad idea. Autumn air bites my fingers and flutter of my shirt tickles my stomach. Yes, riding a bike might not have been the brightest idea and especially if I were to meet her.
A hand clutched my arm using it for support and felt someone sitting on the back. For a minute I thought it was bike-jack, however lame that sounded in my head. I almost screamed when I felt the person settled their head on my shoulder.
"Did I scare you?" She whispered in my ears.
"I am scarred for life", I clutch my heart and bump her head with mine. She laughed. I could feel vibration of her laughter along the length if my spine. It was invigorating.
"What are you doing here? I thought you would be waiting at the hotel?" I ask her.
"I was standing on the other side of the road waiting to cross but saw you here standing alone in the rain. So I came." Her simplistic answer threw me away. She didn't want me to stand alone. I grinned.
"I thought you hated rain." I ask her stupidly.
"I do. But with you, it's an experience I cannot miss", she replied circling her hands around my waist. I could not reply to that. I was gloriously satiated by her answer.
"What do you want to do now?" The evening was too different to do our normal things.
"Let's go on a drive. I would like to feel for myself the combined effects of you and the rain."
Eighty five seconds were up. The lights turned green.
I sped into the evening.
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