To Be With You Forever!

Maya checked her watch millionth time in the last half an hour or so, she is super annoyed by this habit of Feroz, never following the time.

She was categorically clear in her call, ‘I will be free by 12:40 so you reach café at least 20 minutes before that, without fail,’ knowing well he will be late again.

Ordering her second mocha, she dialed his number to say ‘did I forgot to mention today’s date in my call yesterday?’

‘Geez, hold your horses’ lady! At the parking, coming up in 5, order for me please, starving here.’ Feroz replied amusingly.

He entered the cafe holding white lilies (Maya’s favorite) in one hand and clutching helmet by another, wearing the same apologetic smile as ever.

‘Sorry! You know I left on time, but….’ But before he could complete his statement, Maya stopped him in between.

‘ENOUGH of your excuses! The only expectation I have from you is value my time, Fero! Just that, a minuscule thing. How many times! Huh, tell me how many times did I mention, I have a meeting, be on time. But no, you never value anyone else’s time. GROW UP please.’ She blurted her anger wildly.

Feroz scanned around to see how many witnesses to this verbal assault, ‘I said sorry, it won’t happen again. Trust me!’

Maya frowned, ‘How can I trust a man who can’t even keep his own words?’

She waited for retaliation, but there was none.

‘Now say something, don’t you have anything to answer? What was more important than meeting me?’ she questioned impatiently.

‘As I was telling earlier, the delay isn’t intentional Maya. I went to…’ he couldn’t complete his statement again as the steward walked in with their food and drinks.

She signaled at the food and checked her watch again. ‘I precisely have 15 minutes, let’s eat!’

Biting into her sandwich she looked at Feroz, and signed him to hurry up.

‘Sometimes I feel, you act more like a school principal than my girlfriend’, he deliberately provoked her.

‘If I would have been your Principal Feroz, I swear would have suspended you for good.’ Her voice was clear and confident.

Feroz loves this zestful banter between them, she always finds a mistake to vent out her anger and keep on fuming over small little things.

‘Thank heavens we are not married yet otherwise, you would have thrown me out of home, isn’t it?’ he questioned her taking a large bite of grilled chicken.

She didn’t answer, she just raised an eyebrow in exasperation. His signal of treading on dangerous ground.

‘So now you don’t want to marry me? This was all about marriage huh Fero?’ she asked him in a feeble voice.

Feroz whacked himself mentally for talking out of proportion, again! Her presence often makes him goof up for which he repents later. Either by wiping off her tears or a cold war of a few days.

 ‘No! No! Not at all, I didn’t mean that, babe. I just joked about you being particular about timings and all. Please don’t get mad on me, now.’ Pleading forgiveness is the best resort, he learned this years ago.

Their banter went on and on, Maya called for the bill when she overheard an old couple sitting on the next table.

The older man said “We were like them once, remember Rosie. Now, it’s just me who talks and you listen silently.”

She turned to look at the lady, her eyes were fixed on the husband without blinking or any emotions. The old man wiped her mouth with the handkerchief after giving her a small bite of lemon cake.

Maya could feel guilt building inside her, she turned back to Feroz and held his hand tightly. ‘I Love you, Fero.’

He pulled out a box kept firmly beneath his helmet, it was the same ring she sent him the day before yesterday on Instagram with a note, ‘I want you to propose me for marriage with something like this.’

Tears swelled into her eyes and she hugged him tightly.

THE END

The post is written as part of #A2ZChallenge & #BlogchatterA2Z. To read the previous post, please click here. My theme this year is Short Love Stories.

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