“Arun, Can you meet me?” asked Niyati.
“Is something serious honey! What happened, why are you sounding so low?” asked Arun.
“Just meet me Arun. Please its urgent. “ Replied Niyati.
After an hour they met in a nearby pub.
“Niyati, What happened tell me? Why did you call me here?
“Niyati speak up, you are scaring me now.”
“Arun, I love you, but the thing is we need to stop meeting this way now. We need to break up. I can’t be your girlfriend anymore. “
“What the hell. Do you realize what did you just say? What? Did your Dad say a No for me? Speak up, dammit. Please I just can’t do this! This is not the way. I will talk to your Dad, honey, Please. I can’t think of separating from you. Please say something Niyati. “
“Niyati, We need to find a way out. Break up is not the solution. I know you don’t want to hurt your Dad, but you are not thinking of what you are doing to me. ! Seven years, we have been in a relationship and now you are giving up. At this point Niyati?! Darling, darling, just listens to me, we could make it work. I will talk to your Dad, please just don’t come to conclusions and take such harsh decisions.”
“What Niyati, what! Say something! Your silence is killing me. “
“Look at me. Really?! You really want a breakup?! Can you live without me? Is it so easy for you? Can you love someone else? See I know you are tensed and worried, but honey breakup is not the solution. You….”
Arun still in shock….
Niyati got up, went down on her knees and proposed Arun.
“So Mr. Arun will you marry me?”
“Yes , To be Mrs. Niyati. And now that calls for a celebration and it would be incomplete without a bottle and a glass. ”
“Waiter, Get me one Marie Jean red wine bottle and two glasses please. “ said Arun to a waiter.
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All characters appearing in this post are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.