“He is so juvenile!” she seethed in anger. “I hate you, you idiot. I really do!” she screamed and threw the Jack in the box on the bed. They had been dating for the past three years and today, on her birthday, he was going to propose, at least that’s what she thought when he said that he was planning something special. She was over the moon and spent many weekends shopping for the perfect dress and now, instead of a cute little ring box, he had gifted her a Jack in the box! A Jack in the box for a grown up lady? And she started swearing again.
I am going to end this relationship. Oh yes, that is what I am going to do she mentally resolved. There was a knock at the door. Who would come here so late? And then it hit her; her idiot of a boyfriend of course.
She walked to the door to open it when she remembered his birthday present. She was about to walk back when Karan spoke up, “Meena, baby, please open the door. Let me explain”
She stopped but then started walking determinedly into her room.
“Meena, please there is an explanation. I love you. I know you are upset. Please give me a chance to explain.”
“You have a minute,” came her muffled reply
“Baby, that Jack in the box was meant to contain a surprise and a message. But the person I got it made from screwed it up. I was going to fix it myself but I had something urgent to do and that idiot Raj thought it was all ready and he put it along with the rest of the gifts. I am sorry baby”
“What was more urgent than my birthday party Karan. Agreed, that there may have been some sort of a mix up but where were you? You did not even turn up at the party you threw for me!”, her voice had risen several notches and tears were threatening to flow out of her eyes again.
“Open the door and you will know”, Karan said, praying feverishly that she would. There was silence for two whole minutes and just when he thought that he had lost her, the door opened and out she came. Her eyes were red as if she had been recently crying but she was looking beautiful nonetheless. Her eyes went up to his face and they widened.
And before he knew it she was hugging him and crying again.
“You shaved? For me?” she asked hiccupping.
“Yes,” he replied “And I hope you remember that conversation that we had back then”
She did. He had once told her as a gawky who was incredibly proud of his beard, “The day I start sporting a clean shaven look, you will know that I am ready to get married”.
I have accepted Ragini’s tag and I am tagging Anmol Rawat.