‘Baby your gift is ready’, read his text and the smile swept right across my lips. Oh how I love surprises. I was at work extremely busy but just could not resist and asked him for clues. He said it’s very delicate and you need to handle it with care, and no more clues missy! I sighed and told myself that I must keep up with his surprise until tomorrow.
Tormenting working hours ended and I was heading back home, irritated with the last minute extra work by one of our clients. The traffic and the constant honking added to it, resulting in a thumping headache. Just then he called and said, “Babe your gift is in my hand and I can’t just wait to gift it to you but I am very scared that it might crumble.” Frustration vented out on him I guess and I spluttered, “If it’s so delicate then why the hell did you get it?! What’s the point of gifting something momentary that won’t last. Spending money unnecessarily.” He kept calm and told me to atleast see what the gift was. The whole way back home, one thing lead to another and our conversation heated up. He gave in finally and hung up.
Not so later our fight resolved and he wished me at twelve, “Happy Birthday Sweetheart, be excited for your gift”. Throughout the day he kept saying that, babe your gift is in my hand.
Work hours wound up and we met for dinner- he, me and one more friend. He wasn’t carrying anything or may be it was a tiny something in his pocket. The ambiance of the restaurant was gorgeous. We kept taking pictures. He held my hand and intertwined his with mine and told the friend to click! I was shocked that why this pose. I thought may be he will present me with a ring, but no sign of it. We smiled the brightest and he showed me our pic. I noticed in a split second a black mark on his wrist. I took his hand in mine twisted it, engraved was my initial smothered with some gel on it. He said “Happy birthday! This is your gift”. I burst into tears. My thoughts- ‘How could he have it done permanent. Oh wait may be, I hope it’s temporary. Oh no this means commitment, not that I am going to leave him but still. I don’t want this burden. But think how much pain he must have gone through while having it done. He trusts me so much. But he shouldn’t have. I had told him a no years back. All the time when he said he was searching for my gift and handling it and wrapping it, he was enduring pain. And I like a silly girl kept fighting over silly issues. What am I going to do of this guy!’
When I came back to my normal self I asked him to answer honestly that didn’t you even for a bit get this thought that do I really want this? This permanent thing! He replied, “I never thought this, I was just scared that how bad the pain would be.”
His precious gift instantly inked to my heart and I knew he was THE ONE!
