Closer To You

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢

V I H A N N A 

I love him. For sure. There was no denying it. He have always treated me right. He is very communicative and understanding and he is mine. Undeniably and truthfully mine. With his act of service and words of affirmation, i knew for sure he loved me too. His birthday was coming and to be honest i was more excited than him. 

He doesn't know it that i am planning to give him surprise. Ofcourse surprise aren't meant to be told. Bruhhh. About his important business he succeed on that and his dad even hosted the big grand party. It was overwhelming to see him reach its success. 

He have become less occupied on work and come back home faster. To spend time with me. Don't be delusional. He always give me time and he gives effort in our relationship. I had always dream about having a husband like him and having him with me makes me feel the luckiest in the world. 

About his birthday i am not really sure what am i supposed to do actually. That's why me and vedika were curled up in her bed to discuss about it. She has become my best friend and we share almost every little thing. From her crush to me confessing to Ayana in his birthday. She gonna be a good help for the surprise. 

Ayaan sulked when i said i am going to have a movie night with vedika but eventually agreed. 

Vedika recommended to do something crazy on his birthday and her plan was epic. I loved it and i completely agreed on it. We gonna keep Ayaan on the dark and inform about the plan to the whole family. 

The day before Ayaan birthday, Every family member said they were going to their relatives. It was the part of the plan. Even dadi agreed when she gets to know its about Ayaan birthday. i acted as if I wasn't excited for his birthday but in reality i was hell of excited ad nervous. I tried to talk less because I knew if i talked i will destroy all the surprises for him. 

A Y A A N

As the morning light seeped through the curtains, I stirred from my sleep, reaching out instinctively for the warmth of my wife beside me. But the bed lay empty, her absence palpable in the stillness of the room

Frowning, I sat up, scanning the room for any sign of her. And that's when I noticed it—a small, colorful sticky note propped up against the lamp on her bedside table.

With a curious mixture of apprehension and excitement, I reached for the note, unfolding it carefully. The familiar loops of her handwriting greeted me, bringing a small smile to my lips despite the gnawing worry in my chest.

Dear my very very gorgeous and handsome husband,

Good morning, my love (She called me 'my love'. Am i dreaming?)

I've prepared your favorite breakfast and left it in the kitchen. But today, I want you to enjoy it without me. Take your time, savor each bite, and know that I'm thinking of you.

AND 

Happy Birthday!!

From your not so sweet but sweetest wife. 

The note began, each word a gentle reminder of her presence even in her absence. My heart swelled with affection as I read her words, a sense of warmth spreading through me like the first light of dawn. Like her name she was the rise of my life. Even though she wasn't beside me, her love enveloped me like a comforting embrace.

Rising from the bed, I followed her instructions, making my way to the kitchen where the aroma of freshly cooked food greeted me like an old friend. The sight of my favorite dishes laid out before me, each one a labor of love from her hands, brought a lump to my throat.

And as I sat down to eat, the taste of her cooking mingling with the scent of roses she had left on the table, I couldn't help but feel a sense of her presence surrounding me, wrapping me in its tender embrace.

In that moment, despite her physical absence, I knew that her love was with me, guiding me through the day with its gentle touch. And as I savored each bite, I whispered a silent thank you to the universe for blessing me with a wife whose love knew no bounds. She didn't use word of affirmations but her actions were enough.

A T              N I G H T 

The key turned smoothly in the lock, and I pushed open the door, anticipation tingling in my chest.

 "Surprise!" I half-expected to hear the joyful chorus of my wife and family's voices echoing through the halls. I thought others parents gonna comeback and my wife will be there holding a birthday cake or something But instead, the house greeted me with a heavy silence, thick with an eerie emptiness that sent shivers down my spine.

"Vienna?" I called out, my voice faltering as it hung unanswered in the air. My heart quickened its pace, each beat drumming louder in the stillness around me. Where was everyone?

I stepped further into the living room, my footsteps echoing hollowly against the floorboards. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I stepped further into the living room, my footsteps muffled by the thick carpet beneath my feet. The absence of any sound felt suffocating, as if the very air itself had been stolen away.

A sense of foreboding washed over me, prickling the hairs on the back of my neck. Why wasn't anyone here? Had something happened?

With each passing second, the silence grew more oppressive, suffocating me with its weight. My mind raced with questions, each one more unsettling than the last.

Fear gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, urging me to check every room, every corner, for any sign of life. But a part of me hesitated, afraid of what I might find lurking in the shadows.

As I stood there, alone in the silence, the realization slowly dawned on me—the silence wasn't just empty; it was deafening, drowning out the familiar rhythms of family and love.