Will you be my Boyfriend?

It was his room, alright, there was no doubt about it but his previously brown and white room was dark, illuminated only by little diyas (A little like candles). Diyas decorated the floor and painted the whole room in a golden glow and gave a warm, romantic feel to it.

On his right, the plain white wall now had little mushroom-like green plants stuck on them, shining with the light of diyas under them. He wasn’t sure if the plants were real, they looked too small and too green but when he touched them to make sure, he found that they were indeed real. Only then did he see the white fabric that hanged on the side of the little plant.

He gripped the note in his hands and held onto it tightly. He felt uneasy. Of course, he felt wonderful, everything was beautiful – the surprising gifts, the warm setting, and the sweet words – everything was romantic and that was the issue. He had initially thought that it was a friend or some family member of his that planned this but this did not feel platonic in the least.

Instead, it seemed like a momentous romantic declaration intended for someone they loved. And that was making him really uncomfortable. The only romantic interest he had was Shreya, he was hers and she was his, though she didn’t know it as of yet. And he knew enough of Shreya to know that she wouldn’t plan something like this for him when her mom had disapproved of their relationship. Since, he hadn’t found anything that could sway her mother’s mind; this surprise was definitely not from Shreya.

But how do you gently reject someone who planned something so beautiful for you?

How do you reject someone who made you feel so special?

How do you break the heart of someone who clearly loved you and was walking the extra mile just to prove it?

He didn’t have the answers but what disturbed him ever more was the fact that he had, although unintentionally, led someone on. He wasn’t available but someone was led on to an extent that they would plan something this beautiful and this extreme.

He never wanted to be a person who didn’t state his intentions clearly; he didn’t want to be the person who broke someone’s heart just because they couldn’t give the person a fair warning beforehand.

He whacked his brain, trying to find out who he might’ve inadvertently flirted with but no names came to his mind. He hadn’t even spent much time in female proximity, Shreya being the exception. When two minutes too long had passed and he still couldn’t find a name, he discarded his head-hunting.

“I’ll jump the bus when it comes”, he told himself and then decided to enjoy this moment rather than plague it with questions and fears. He would pretend it was from Shreya – the one person he loved enough to pine his whole life after – and bask in her love (though pretended) for a while.

With a smile on his handsome face, he brought the note close to his eyes and read, “In the darkness you arrived, carrying thousands diyas on your back and I glowed in your presence like the plant before you does”

Pocketing it, he reached for another note, “You pulled me away from the darkness I never knew I was a part of and showed me the light I never knew I could attain”

His heart tugged at the words, the person was a great writer or loved him dearly. He found another fabric at the next plant and he opened it to read, “You arrived like a fresh breath of air from the window of my soul and showed me what I needed, in the flesh”

“You are the light, the wind, and everything in between. You are everything I wanted and much, much more”

“I’m addicted to you, my darling. Please hear me out”, he read on the last plant as his eyes roamed around the room, trying to find the next part of this. His breathing was laboured and he felt warm, thanks to the many fire-lighting devices. He gazed at the many diyas, trying to find a clue, and took a step to his left.

A voice from his back carried in the room and his whole figure stilled. A cold shiver ran through his spine when he recognized the familiar sensual voice; the soft caress to the words spoken, the breathy and seductive tone and the instant arousal on his front, all pointed at a clear culprit – Shreya.

He turned on his feet and stared at the figure; the beautiful form of his woman was lowered on one knee. The golden lights coloured her already beautiful skin, making her glow like a woman who was supposed to be worshipped. She looked divine, better than a simple angel. Looking at the soft features of her face and her powerful eyes, he believed that god, indeed, was a woman.

God was a woman and she was his.

Her lips started moving and he felt her words caress his heart as they flew out of her mouth.

“I love you, every inch of you from every inch of me. I love you like I love breathing. So I ask you again, my love, will you be the infinity stones to my universe?”

He heard what she said, he had his answer ready, but his tongue wouldn’t cooperate. He felt so many beautiful things all at once and it had stunned him. He stood there, unmoving, trying to pry his lips open to tell her how he loved her and how he missed her. He wanted to run to her and hold her in his arms as he kissed her soft lips and tasted her love for him. He wanted to profess how he’d longed to see her and how glad he was she was here. He wanted to tell her how shocked he was and ask how all this happened.

But all he did was stand there gawking at the woman he loved, who waited with her eyes wide and on one knee for his answer. His eyes roamed over the soft flow of her black hair to her back and the way the white dress hugged her skin, softly caressing her curves and moving with each breath.

Finally, his lips started moving and he said, the first thing that came into his mind, in a breathy whisper, “I love you 3000.”

He saw with stunned silence as a smile formed on her lips as she ascended from the seat. She walked closer to him and leaned down, with her forehead touching his she asked in a whisper, “Will you be my boyfriend?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes”, he replied excitedly and captured her lips with his, drowning out his own words. The moment her soft lips touched his, a delicious feeling worked its way up his spine; the feeling of love, of home, of belonging.

The taste of her exploded in his mouth and he lapped at the flavour with hungry kisses. His hands found their way back to her waist and as the kiss deepened, he bent over her and kissed her with every bit of passion and love he could find in his body.

He had a lot of questions, lots of confusion, but those could wait. This was important. He broke off the lips but stayed close to her lips. Her hot breath caressing his lips as they heaved for breath and stability.

“You are infinity stone and the gauntlet of my universe, you have always been. You are all I need”, he murmured against her lips and captured her into a kiss once again. Her lips moved gently but passionately. He could feel it in her kisses, the need to savour this moment but also make the best of this moment.

He savoured the moment as well, moaning in pleasure when he heard her sweet moan.

Everything blurred, the world, the room, the diyas. With her in his arms, he felt alive. He forgot about everything but her as he savoured the feel of her lips. The pain, the happiness and the love, everything poured out of him and into her very being.

He was communicating in the only way he knew, with his lips.

The kiss deepened and they lost themselves in each other. But the ‘snap’ that sounded pulled them back into reality. They stared at each other, breathing heavily. His grey-blue eyes gazed into her grey ones and told her of all the feelings that he couldn’t ever form words to express. His hand moved to caress the sides of her faces, as he promised forever and more with his eyes.

Another ‘snap’ sounded and their attention snapped to the door.