The Falling Petals...🌺

The-ring-story.....

I don't remember whether I opened my eyes first, or she did. But we were looking into each other's eyes.

I was still lying on her.

She smiled, I smiled.

She blinked her eyes, I blinked mine.

Kissing my forehead one more time, she said, "I love you soooooooooooooo  much, Shillang."

And I rubbed my nose against hers one more time and repeated, "I love you so so so much, sweetheart."

We had been so busy with our romance that we forgot to look at the time. We had asked the cab driver to be there at the hotel entrance by 7:30. The wall clock in front of me said it was 8:30.

"Uh-oh! Do you know what time it is?" I asked, very casually, smiling.

She immediately looked at the clock. And then she screamed, just like the way she did the day before.

"EIGTH THIRTY?????"

And with that, she got up from the bed, panicked, rushed here and there grabbing her belongings, her cell, her purse, her sandals......and a lot more. I switched on the lights to help her.

She then rushed to the washroom, splashed a little water on her face, used the spare towel hanging behind the door, pulled a comb out of her purse, got her hair done, pulled out a lipstick and daubed it on her lips.

Watching her, I wondered how much lipstick I had swallowed and I laughed at myself without saying anything. As she was getting ready, I picked up her purse. "BOY! seems like a magical purse. So many things are coming out of it - comb, lipstick, hanky....Let me see what else is left in this," I said laughing.

And at that very moment, she slapped my hand which was trying to unzip the purse.

"Bad manners! A boy should never check a girl's purse."

"But, why? Do you girls carry bombs in your purses?" I said handing it over. "Even at my office, they have appointed a lady at the gate to check the purses of all the girls. I wonder what funny things those girls show her in their purses.... they smile looking at her and then she smiled back at them." I laughed at my joke, but she didn't.

She was worried about getting late. I noticed that and, parking my lavish laughter somewhere, tried to console her with a smile, "It's ok, Dae. Relax. We'll reach your place before 10:00 PM. Don't worry, dear."

Wearing her sandals, she said, "Shillang, if we don't reach on time and they find out at home, then, I'll be in big trouble."

Seeing her in this state I went close to her and put my hands on her shoulders. "Dae. Everything is going to be fine. No matter what, you won't be in any trouble, I promise. Will you trust me now?" I gently asked her.

And very innocently she nodded her head.

"Take a deep breath, have a sip of water and we will move out."

A few minutes later we were in the back-seat of our cab. 

"Sir, back to from where we came," Dae said to the driver, in haste.

But, as we found out when we came out of the hotel, it had rained heavily during the past hour. 

Our car started rolling.

"Sir, how long will it take?" she asked the driver.

"Can't say anything, madam. It had rained a lot. Hope that there is no jam on the road ahead."    

The thought of a possible traffic jam worried her all the more. She looked at me. And I told her to relax. "I am there with you, right? So why are you worried? We'll reach on time."