“Okay. Let’s gets married then!”
“Are you sure?” She asked with a puzzled smile.
“Yes. Let's marry. I will raise a dependent visa for you.”
Her face lit up with smile. “But, I cannot apply for leave for more than 3 months.”
“Apply for three months then. Let’s create our family.” I hugged her from behind. A big smile came on her face and she kissed me on my forehead, and then on the lips.
“If that car brake worked on that dreadful day, I would have a family now. Ma and Pa, both of them, are close to me. I miss them a lot.” A teardrop fell from her left eye. I helped her with a glass of water, and she continued, “I dreamed of marrying a prince in their presence, but now, they are not with me.”
“I do not know what to say Isha. I am not lucky enough to see my Ma and Pa. I had cried for years. I missed them a lot. I felt jealous when my school friends brought their Ma’s and Pa’s to PTA meetings. I have a diary full of words of tears.” She hugged me tight and said, “Let’s not talk about this. I am glad I am marrying a Prince; the prince of my cute little heart!”
I blushed. “See here, someone is blushing...” she started teasing me.
“Oh yeah, it’s your Prince!” I said.
“Yesh, he is a prince with unclean stubble.” She complained my unclean stubble again. I pressed my cheek against her cheek again. *Tongue out*
“Ouch! It hurts. I hate that unclean stubble Sid.”
I laughed and said, “Chill Isha. I promise to clean shave daily after we marry.” She hugged me tight. And that ended the day on a high note.