love distance.

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i have never woke up with *hello. good morning. have a good day*. but now? this little man was fluttering my heart in every possible way. his departure was planned at 8 p.m. i wanted to wear that white dress once again and i had a gift for him. so i was going to send him off and with this gift i would tell him that i was ready with his *confess*. before five i was already in his car waiting for him, shaking to my core. 

- i am here.- i heard the voice that was making me nervous. 

-hi- i awkwardly said. 

-did you wait a lot? my princess looks classy all the time.

-enough, Arun.

-enough what Bella? 

-cheesy- i showed some anger which didn't mean to be anger.

-okay. you know what? when you are angry you look like a little bunny or a cat. 

-i don't. 

-you do. 

-stop the car. i am leaving.

-Bella, Bella. i was just kidding. -he grabbed the hold of the car before my reach.

-you seem on a mood today. looks like someone is really upset of me leaving?

-maybe, i am.-i turned my face still showing my anger which made me earned a soft chuckle.-i have somehing to give you. 

several years ago, when i was  a teen who got admitted to the university, my beloved grandmother gave me a silver pendant as a present. i adored it so carefully cause it reminded me my grandma all the time. it had a cute stone like a diamond. i knew it wasn't that that costly but for me it was the best thing i had ever owned. as today i was confessing my love to my future husband, i wanted to present it to him as a sign of my love. 

-umm, this is a pendant that my granma gifted me. i am giving it to you.-i extended a lovely violet box to him and he started to check it.

-i don't accept it.

-why? yeah i know it is cheap. but you know it is ..

-precious to you. i don't want it.

-no, wait. i gave it to you because i want you to know that... that..-my words stuck on my throat. i turned my head again. i knew that i was completely blushed.

-that what? 

-that..i...i accepted your..your confession. - i couldn't acknowledge what happened but he pulled me to him by my wrist without me finishing my words. his lips on mine. slowly but passionately. the golden particles were flying on my head. i could sense it. butterflies can sing? i could see them flying around us but my eyes were closed. i could hear the every movement of their wings along with the voice of particles. 

he parted his lips out when he was full. and looked outside the window.

-i have a girlfriend. my crush is my girlfriend.-i could hear his slow mumbles to himself.- wanna eat something? can you ask me whenever you wanna go out? i promise i let you  if there is no boy. wanna buy something? go shopping? 

i chuckled to his silly talks all of the sudden. he was so excited of me being his? i was looking outside the windows still heard his whispers. he was over the moon.

- i will leave my card to you. - his words were making me laugh. i turned round and held his cheeks in my arms. he somehow stopped blabbering but the moments became more beautiful with him shyly staring into my face. 

-calm down. for now i don't need anything. 

-i am coming back with my parents in a week.

-huh? in a week? why so fast?

-will you marry me?

-wait.-i flashed a smile- this is not gonna work. it is in the car. 

-ahh, right. after a week, i will come and propose you and then next day take my parents to your home. is it alright?

-yes, mr Arun. 

-yes, ms future Bella Bhatt.

i blushed, i could feel crimson red was taking over my cheeks. i will be Bhatt? never in my dreams, i couldn't imagine to date an indian boy. he was shining. even when he was leaving, that precious smile never left his lips. we stayed there like 3 minutes hugging each other like we would never meet again. tears welled up my eyes when i saw his leaving and waving his hands. in these four days, this cold thing inside me witnessed so many emotions. i got scared to lose someone, i got terrified to make him mad, i got spoiled, i got a friend, i got  a love, i fall in love....

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