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Karwachauth was on. They have never celebrated it in their ten years of togetherness. It was never important. But suddenly, it was something worth celebrating this year. Abhimanyu gave in finally. 

What could he do to make the night special? He was in no mood to stay hungry for the whole day. Both of them worked and had busy diaries that day filled with meetings. That was another reason he was against it.

“How will you manage to speak all day in meetings without even drinking water?”

“I will somehow. Let me at least try it. Let me see how much I can endure.”

“But why?”

“Because I want to. Ok?”

And that was the end of it. He finally decided to come home an hour earlier and make dinner and throw a surprise. That was the least he could do. 

Abhimanyu left the office at 5 pm and reached home earlier. He wanted to make something traditional and then decided upon Rajma Rice, Paneer Masala, naan and some wine. He took a shower and started the preparations. The Rajma went into the cooker and he got himself busy into making the masala. As he stirred the chopped onions, his eyes fell upon the pictures hanging on the dining room wall. He smiled as he scanned all of them. The last ten years have been blissful. There was a family resistance initially that manifested itself in all its ugliness. They were boycotted from both the families, thrown out of their homes. No one tried to kill them. Their families were not that savage. Abhimanyu got an onsite opportunity soon after and both of them moved to London. There was no contact from anyone for five years except for a stray call from their mothers. It was in their fourth year of togetherness that they decided to get married. There was another wave of resistance from their families as soon as they broke the news to their mothers. Until now, there was some hope but a marriage will seal their relationship. Abhimanyu’s father had a heart attack. 

Both of them got married in a court in London. 

Abhimanyu stirred the golden brown onions and added tomatoes and all the masalas as the past flashed by. The marriage did not change anything between them except that their love grew with each passing day. They sent pictures of their wedding to their families. There was no reply. The onsite opportunity kept extending and finally they were able to apply for permanent residency. There was no point in going back. Both of them loved their families but they could not be a sacrificial lamb. 

The dinner was ready by 7 pm. Abhimanyu looked at the sky. The moon would not be out before 8. He then looked at his watch. The doorbell rang. 

“Hey! How was your day?,” he said opening the door. 

“I am almost dead. There is cactus in my throat.” Both of them hugged and kissed. 

“Oh God! We can eat now. You don’t have to wait.”

“No. I want to do this. It’s just a matter of another hour. I’ll go and shower and change.”

Abhimanyu started setting up the dinner table. The plates, cutlery, napkins, wine, bowls were all placed in their respective positions for the surprise. A few minutes later, he looked out of the window again and saw the moon staring at him. 

“It’s out!” he screamed.

“Is it? So soon?” Kabir said as he came out of the bedroom. His eyes fell on the dinner table. He then looked at Abhimanyu with surprise. 

“I thought I should do something too,” Abhimanyu said as he smiled and scratched his head.

Kabir moved towards him and hugged him. “Thank you, my love.”

Both of them went to the balcony and Kabir looked at Abhimanyu through the sieve. Abhimanyu then gave him a glass of water to drink.

“Oh this is so good,” Kabir said and gulped down the water and then ran towards the jug of water on the dinner table.

“Don’t fill your empty stomach with water,” Abhimanyu said trying to take the jug away from him.

“Quiet! The jug is mine and mine alone. My precious,” Kabir said stroking the jug gently. Abhimanyu laughed.  

Both of them then sat at the dinner table and started eating. 

“I have a better idea,” Kabir said. He got up and switched off the light. The room was bathed in moonlight from the window. Then he sat down and raised his wine glass. 

“To love,” Kabir said.

“To love.”

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About the Author:

Amit Sharma is the Author of fiction novel False Ceilings published by Lifi Publications in January 2016.
Amit always keeps a book and a portable reading light in his bag (much to the amusement of his fellow travellers). His other hobbies include watching world cinema, travelling, staring at hills, digging into various cuisines, cooking, listening to music, painting, blogging, making his daughter laugh and helping his wife with her unnecessary and prolonged shopping.
He is currently working on his Second novel which is a thriller.

26 Comments

  1. shail October 31, 2015 at 12:47 pm - Reply

    I didn’t see that coming. In fact all the time I wondered where this was going 😀 Good work 🙂

    • Amit October 31, 2015 at 2:36 pm - Reply

      Thanks Shail. 🙂

  2. Dwiti October 31, 2015 at 1:51 pm - Reply

    Very well written.. Didnt see that coming..
    Beautiful 🙂

    • Amit October 31, 2015 at 2:36 pm - Reply

      Thanks Dwiti. 🙂

  3. sjscribbles November 1, 2015 at 6:52 am - Reply

    Very well written ! Loved it !

  4. simple girl November 2, 2015 at 2:03 pm - Reply

    Loved loved loved reading it.. well done .. 🙂

  5. inducares November 3, 2015 at 10:54 am - Reply

    That was a very surprising turn Amit.I too was wondering how it would end,you foxed me.

  6. Deeps November 3, 2015 at 8:41 pm - Reply

    Wow I didn’t see that coming either! Great piece of write up Amit

  7. kirti November 3, 2015 at 9:40 pm - Reply

    i was completely taken aback although i have read something close to this in one of Jeffery Archer’s stories. You built the atmosphere so well and their love was so palpably showing that the surprise did not take anything out of it.Loved it.

    • Amit November 14, 2015 at 6:03 pm - Reply

      Thanks for reading Kirti.

  8. pixie November 4, 2015 at 3:53 am - Reply

    That was simply beautiful. Made me smile 🙂

    • Amit November 14, 2015 at 6:04 pm - Reply

      Thanks Pixie. 🙂

  9. BlogAdda November 4, 2015 at 11:22 am - Reply

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    • Amit November 14, 2015 at 6:04 pm - Reply

      Thanks Blogadda. 🙂

  10. Jas November 4, 2015 at 2:15 pm - Reply

    Good one Amit. I didn’t see that coming and actually went back and read the description again. very well done.

  11. Ruch November 5, 2015 at 1:21 pm - Reply

    I kept visualizing an end where Abhimanyu would discover his wife fasting for someone else. Very nicely done Amit !

  12. Wanderer November 5, 2015 at 5:58 pm - Reply

    This is beautiful. Expected intercaste but this is much better. Very well written.

    • Amit November 14, 2015 at 6:05 pm - Reply

      Thanks Wanderer.

  13. themoonstone November 8, 2015 at 12:07 pm - Reply

    Whoa ! A surprise there… good one.

    • Amit November 14, 2015 at 6:05 pm - Reply

      Thanks for reading.

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