Prem Vivah

• Tumhari Apni •

Naina abruptly stopped the car, confusing Sameer who calmly was watching the outside world.

He saw his fiance rolling off the window screen and a sweet dark-tanned teenage girl was seen standing there with a bunch of Gulaab in her hand. She flashed a smile worth of diamonds to them and Naina gently told her - "Yeh sab mujhe de do aap."

"Sab?" The girl was astonished to get such a kind-hearted customer and she happily handed over fresh roses to the young girl while beaming. Naina took out a bundle of cash to pay for the gulaabs, and after taking the Indian currency notes. The girl left, whilst Sameer adored how his fiance purchased the flowers from her instead of buying them from a florist shop. People like that girl need the money more than those who run businesses in shops or malls.

Naina turned back and lovingly held out the rose bouquet in front of her man, saying - "This is for you."

"For me?" Sameer sounded quite surprised and happy while taking the fresh blooms from her soft hand.

Naina gently nodded her head and told him poetically with a sweet smile on her pink lips - "Yes, for the one who is precisely like a rose in my life. You flourish every day, you sprinkle the water of positivity, enthusiasm, delight, and courage in my heart. You grow naturally and organically every moment to spread the scent of our love and respect in the soothing wind, and whenever I hold you closer to me. I feel nothing but just blessed for having you."

After hearing such special words rolling out of her tongue he could feel his heartbeats running faster than ever. He stared at her, teary-eyed, his grip tightening on the green leaves, and Naina thinned her lips while staring at his placid eyes which thrived in blissfulness. She benevolently smiled and revved the engine, taking it towards the renowned food shop.

Sameer had been in his world of pleasure ever since Naina told him that he is like a rose in her life. He leisurely looked down at the blooming gulaab secured in his grip, and a smile stroked his lips.

He loved the exquisite comparison between him and the rose and the choice of words to compliment his presence in her life.

Naina knew some cute little gestures make people feel happy and she desperately wanted to reduce his stress and amplify his happiness because his sullen face did just not break her heart but also make her feel rueful for letting her family insult her man.

Pulling a brake. She hauled the car before a huge local street vendor, and Sameer was terrified to see plenty of people already waiting there for the food. He gulped and said - "Naina, tum yahan lunch karne ka soch rahi ho?"

"Haa, kyun? It's very famous, pichle 30 saal se yeh uncle tasty and ekdum spongy idlis sell karte hai, all the south Indian meals are amazing here." Naina harped about the delicious food the middle-aged man seemed to be selling to his customers for more than three decades, and Sameer furrowed his eyebrows at seeing the long queue standing under the heating sky.

"Woh sab theek hai, but itne rush me toh kam se kam humara number ek ghante baad aayega, and to be honest. I hate waiting and waiting." Sameer said with a discontented countenance while pressing his temple. Naina gave a cute smile and replied - "Uffo mere bholuram, you seriously don't know your girlfriend yet...I have already told the uncle to keep our parcel ready. Don't worry, main abhi unke staff ko bulati hoon he will handover the food to us."

Sameer was perplexed by Naina's assurance and he saw her loudly and fearlessly whistling at the boy in his mid-thirties by sliding her head out of the window and then waving her hand at him as if she was a celebrity. The guy quickly veered at her and she gestured to him to bring the food she ordered. The boy was bewildered at first but when his hardworking father, who was making a fresh Mysore masala dosa on the tava, noticed Naina. He gently beamed at her and said aloud - "Do Minute Haa Beta, fresh dosa bana ke deta hoon."