Raabta

The candle gave far less illumination than any light bulb but it was enough to highlight their faces on the circular dinner date table.

“How did you manage to get a reservation at this place? It takes almost 3 months to reserve a table!” she exclaimed.

He smirked, his mysterious ways were always unanticipated. “It’s your birthday, I had to make it special”.

Being the most famous restaurant in France, Le Jules Verne was, more importantly, a dream come true for her. Its exorbitant location on top of the Eiffel made it extremely romantic for both of them and a gorgeous surprise for her birthday.

Knowing her liking for desserts, he grabbed a huge spoon of cake and fed her, “Happy birthday cudie”.

She responded by finishing it in the blink of an eye and gave him a covetous stare as if she wanted something more. “Where’s my birthday kiss?”, she simpered.

A slight glimpse of his watch and his pupils dilated. Grabbing her by the wrist, he dragged her outside the restaurant, towards the upper deck. A sudden burst of fireworks decorated the eye of sight from the balcony, her eyes locked on them like magnets with amazement. Her name echoed in the air around and she turned. Before she could start crying, he was there on one knee.

“You know how much I love you right?” he gushed. “Then come bother me now, for the rest of my life”.