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The Proposals


“Tell me something, “ Varun asked Sneha with a teasing but honest look in his eyes, “ Had I proposed you for the fourth time, did I have a fresh and stronger chance?”

Sneha had seen this coming the whole evening and had a big smile before Varun could even finish his query. But she was comfortable as she had been the previous three times when Varun, a family friend of almost twenty years, proposed her in the last five years.

“You know that I’ve literally seen you grow in front of me and you know how much I do love you and care about you,” Sneha said. “ But this was not something which was meant to be.”

“If you had not been “five” years older than me and if you had not “seen” me wetting my diapers, is that what you mean?” He nudged a little bit more.

“Nahin yaar, obviously “these” were never the reasons strong enough for me to say no to one of the most eligible , good looking and successful bachelors of the city,” she nudged him in return.

“I get it – you know me, you care for me and on top of it, you love me. But you won’t marry me! Some decent luck I have.” He jokingly cursed. “So what was the reason not to?”

“I don’t know, perhaps if you shaved more frequently,” she knew he wasn’t unaware of the answer. “Clean shave is more gentlemen-ish for sure! Most of you guys think that that stubble seems to be like a walking tag line for your personality saying “I am cool” or something. We think it says “I am lazy” !” She was having all the fun now.

“What ?” He almost shouted to his disbelief and the whole airport could hear him. “You mean to say this subtle stubble of mine was the reason that forced you to say no to my three proposals! You could have told me the very first time only. I would have got some laser thing done”

“But you were just growing your mane and I thought you were enjoying flaunting it,” she calmly replied.

“I know I look cooler with my mane but for you, I would have shaved three times a day!” he said.

Both of them shared a nice and soothing laugh. They knew that there was nothing worth regretting or to be feeling sorry for between them. They had a relationship based on trust, honesty and being truthful in conscience and in heart. There was no guilt – just a pure sentiment of appreciating all those moments being together.

The last call for boarding the plane was made. She knew he was not coming back to the city again. He had got a decent job opportunity in the USA and he had told her that perhaps he won’t be coming back to the country for a long time.

She knew he won’t.

“Just in time before you vanished,” said Sanjay who had gone to check in Varun’s suitcase which he had forgotten in the car.

Varun and Sanjay shook hands and shared a brotherly hug. Sanjay wished him best of luck.

Varun looked at Sneha. He loved her so much and he knew that his eyes were giving it all away. She came forward and hugged him for the very first and perhaps the last time.

Varun left with a lighter heart and all the love.

“I think Varun genuinely loved you and he still does,” said Sanjay as they were driving back.

“I know. He has been the best friend I could ever ask for,” she said.

“So why breaking that guy’s heart three times,” Sanjay just wanted to know the answer he already knew.

“Because my dear husband, “ she said looking into his eyes. “ I have always loved you since I was ten and you were eleven.”

Love happens when and where it is meant to be….and it happens to stay forever.
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  1. December 26, 2012 at 3:56 pm

    Gee! That made me smile!!

    • January 3, 2013 at 2:05 pm

      Hope…up to your standards 🙂
      Happy New Year !!!!!!!!

  2. December 26, 2012 at 5:49 pm

    Loved it all the ways, it left the grin on my face … 🙂

    • January 3, 2013 at 2:04 pm

      My pleasure ! 🙂
      Happy New Year !

  3. December 27, 2012 at 12:03 am

    very true…

    • January 3, 2013 at 2:03 pm

      …I want the I pad !!!! 🙂

  4. December 27, 2012 at 2:25 pm

    beautiful yet simple truth of feelings!

  5. December 30, 2012 at 12:47 am

    I had fun reading your post…And the line ‘Love happens when and where it is meant to be….and it happens to stay forever.’ did bare an impact on me 🙂

    • January 3, 2013 at 2:03 pm

      …somethings just make a bit more of sense…’cas they carry the truth associated with them with ease !

      Happy Blogging !

      Happy New Year !

  6. Asifa Zunaidha
    December 31, 2012 at 8:00 pm

    Wish u a New Year full of laughter, success and good health Mr.B !

    • January 3, 2013 at 2:01 pm

      …and the same to you Ms. Asifa !!!!!!!!
      Amen.

  7. January 4, 2013 at 9:23 am

    Happy New Year!! You’ve been nominated for the Gargie Award =)
    I hope you will accept this small token of appreciation for your amazing talent!
    Details here: http://intotheindigo.wordpress.com/gargie-award/

    • January 4, 2013 at 2:30 pm

      Happy new year nn lots of shukriya 4 the award !

  8. drsuraiyanasim
    January 8, 2013 at 4:26 pm

    It’s a very cute story wrote in the most engrossing way!

  9. Blood-Ink-Diary
    January 12, 2013 at 7:07 am

    Ah! You brilliant writer !! *bows* ! Cheers.

    • January 16, 2013 at 9:34 pm

      Thank you ma’am…

  10. January 18, 2013 at 12:28 am

    nice one 😉

    • January 19, 2013 at 6:58 pm

      Thanks sir !

      • January 19, 2013 at 7:48 pm

        You are welcome Prashant;) btw don’t call me sir and all 😉 I’m just 23 🙂

      • January 20, 2013 at 1:51 pm

        sure Ajith ! Happy Blogging

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