*Five years of relationship. Both were settled in their life. Out on a dinner date for the fifth anniversary.
He- You booked the whole restaurant ?
She (mischeviously) - Nope. Probably no other person decided to come here this evening. Probably their food is bad.
He chuckles.
They both have dinner. Talks about random things. About orange bars, and chole bhature and black dogs, and selling pani-puri together in future. The waiter pours more wine after dinner.
He- Will you dance with me?
She (thoughtfully)- Let me think, I am wearing a saree, heels, am a terrible dancer. Think some more Definitely. (With a wide smile).
She take her heels off. They both start with naagin dance and then do some random steps. Then they settle down for slow dancing. She keeps her head on his chest.
He (his arms around her, his face on her head)- I love your perfume.
She (playfully) - I also love my perfume.
He smiles.
Just then, the projector starts playing a movie on the screen. A ten minute movie of their memories together. He is in awe of it. Five years of memories. Sweet, bitter, painful, lovely. The roller coaster ride. The smiles and the tears, the break ups and the patchups. The songs and the photos, the movie has it all. It ends. He turns around, pleasantly surprised on this lovely gift, and finds her sitting on her knees, in a red saree, with a ring in her hand, surrounded by the photographs he had taken over the years, her books, and some cookery books.
She - I can't promise to bring or buy stars for you, I am not that rich. But I can promise that together we will have two little stars of our own who'll make our life beautiful. I can't promise to be the best cook ever, but I can promise that together we will burn many chapatis. I can't promise that I will look stunning in every photograph you will take, but I can promise that I will always be beside you in each of them. I can't promise the world that I will write for it, but I can promise that you will wake up to my words every morning for the rest of your life. So Mr Handsome, will you marry me ?
He sits down on his knees too. Tears of joy in his eyes, a wide smile over his handsome face.
He- Shouldn't I be doing this ?
She (smilingly) - Stupid boy. Just say your signature hmm, acha, okay, vhi, Sahi hai. Just say yes, my knees are paining. Also I will make you wash this Saree. She pulls his nose.
He laughs out loud.
He- Yes, stupid girl, I will marry you !
They both kiss. The new chapter of their life had finally begun
