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Can I?

Today, I finally decided to wait for her outside the office. I’ve been preparing myself for this scene for ages but never could bring myself to say it all cut and dry at her face. But, TODAY was THE DAY. When she came near me, I asked her to get on the bike with me. As usual she tried her best not to. She was always afraid of bikes. I knew that. Still I wanted her to give her a ride – that was the first thing in the plan I had for today. At last, I won the war of words and she got beside me. I could feel her tension whenever a turn or a speedbreaker came. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling when she clutched my shoulder whenever I overtook another vehicle. The next surprise for her was when we reached our destination.



It was my favorite trekking place, not very far from town. As I expected, she didn’t want to climb down the small hill with me to the place I wanted to take her. Again, she had to agree. She was holding my hand too tight and was also shivering when I lead the way downhill. She was almost in tears and was cursing me for my stupid joke when we came back near my bike again. I was damn sure that if she had the option, she’d have left me there and taken a rick back home. Now, as the time had come for the Grande Finale, I knelt down before and took her hands in mine to ask “Look Shreya, I did all this just to show you that I’ll never let your fears rule you when you are with me. I want to keep you far away from ‘em for the rest of your life. Can I?”

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Ravi said…
nice one... small but gud...

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