Happy Anniversary,
Their social media went berserk.
“Ten years, great achievement. Am surprised
you haven’t murdered each other yet” Karan.
“God bless you with all the happiness in
the world” xoxo Neah.
“Any fool can have a trophy wife. It
takes a real man to have a trophy marriage” Love
Dad.
Trying to access his
to-do list but the messages just won’t stop. Wiping a sirk off his face, Sid
walks off to get ready for work. Just before he walks out of the house he calls
out, Riya, “make sure you are ready on time.”
A party, am not sure
what they were celebrating, but this was something they did for others. For them,
they put on a show, a show where they masquerade their feelings and play pretend
where everything is fine.
Everything was fine.
But something had died. They were caught up in nuances of life. Juggling different
characters but they lost touch with love that bought them together in the first
place. Contemplating all this, a tear rolled down her eye. The least he could do is wish me. But neither
did she.
She was tired of
this stagnant relationship. There was concern, there was trust, there was
respect, but they had just stopped working on love. “Every marriage needs work,
the moment you stop working on it I slowly but surely starts to disintegrate,
hope you never stop working, till the very end, Happy Anniversary beta .” Read a message from her Mother.
The house is buzzing
with guest. The Masks have come on and Sid and Riya play perfect host. They both
are looking stunning, but I doubt if even one of them has noticed each other. Their
social round’s keep’s them chatty with everyone at the party, but they haven’t exchanged
a word since evening.
With the free
flowing wine and endless rounds of hors d'oeuvres, they here a song playing in
the background. It’s Raj at the console. He knows their little secret. It’s their
song. A song that they both slow danced to on their first date. His eyes look
alive and start searching for her. It is
the first time since the evening he laid eyes on her.“She looks like a dream
tonight”, he thinks to himself.
The crowd encores
for a dance. Playing perfect hosts, they take center stage. Reluctant at first,
just like their first time. They wrap their arms around each other, something they
haven’t done in a long time. She lays her head on his shoulder, she wants to
freeze and he is in no mood of letting go. Swaying to the music they look into
each others eyes, all the hurt, all the pain and all the anguish melts away.
“Happy anniversary”, he whispers. Her eyes light up. They
masks have come off. They are 19 once again. He grabs her tighter, swirls her
around and sings along,
Have I told you lately
that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
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