"Are we there", I asked him.

" Not yet."

"Where are we going?"

It's been 20 minutes, I'm sitting in his car. Asking him again and again the same question. Hoping he would get tired and tell me.

"It's a surprise," stubborn him.

"What if I don't like the place," I said, giving him a teasing look.

"Oh, I'm sure you won't like it," I opened my mouth to ask him, then why he is taking me.

But he cut me off by saying, " Because I know you will love it."

That man had the guts to wink at me.

Huffing, I switched on the radio. As soon as I switch it on, he switched it off.

"Don't on the radio, I'm driving," he said in a dry tone.

"Why so?" I snapped, getting angry at him.

The look on his face stopped me from opposing him.

"Are we there," I asked him making puppy dog face, to lighten his mood. The way he is laughing, I know that I'm successful in it.

The road look quite familiar. First I thought we are going to a park, but he drove away from there. Then I thought we are going to beach, but again he changed the route. Then I thought we are going to a resort, but we are on another road now. So, I gave up guessing. I think, we are moving out of Mumbai.

I think I fell asleep, because Armaan is shaking me.

"Ridhimaa, wake up!"

"Are we there," I asked rubbing my eyes.

"Yes, look."

I saw a beautiful bungalow. When I turned towards him, to ask that whose bungalow is this and why he brought me here, I saw the beach, Gori beach. This is the beach I love. This is the place, where we use to visit along with our families.

"So, as I said you do love it," He said with a smirk.

"No, I don't," I lied looking away from him.

"Whatever you say, I know you did love it."

I started walking away from him, into the bungalow. That's when I remember this is the same bungalow I wished to stay in, few years back. I was awestruck, when I entered the bungalow. It's more beautiful from inside. The view of the beach was clear. Wall size glass windows, like made for newly weds.

"Why did you rent this bungalow? It might be expensive."

"You didn't tell me, but that day, I saw you looking at this bungalow again and again."

"You still remember?" I asked in shock.

"Yaa, now go change we'll go into the water then," He said.

"But you didn't ask me to get spare clothes," I asked frowning.

"I know, take this I brought this for you," He said, holding out a red paper bag.

There was my swim suit in it.

"How did you get this?"

"I asked your mom, to give it to me last night," He said, rubbing his hand behind his neck.

"She knew?"

"Yes."

"Still she kept asking me, where are we going," I said in disbelief.

"Yes, now go get ready, if you don't want to waste whole day arguing," He said smiling at me.

Waisting no time, I ran towards the bed rooms. All the rooms were well maintained and well furnished. There are four bedrooms. Selecting one ,with the clear view of beach, I went to the washroom to change.

After getting ready I looked into mirror. I'm wearing a white colour swimsuit with mud colour medium size dots on it. It's sleeveless, knee length suit. I've tied my hair in a pony tail. Satisfied with my appearance, I went to the living room.

Expecting to see Armaan already dressed up and waiting for me. I was shocked, when I saw the living room, empty. He takes more time then girls. Huffing I sat on the sofa which was in the middle of the room and switched on the TV.

It's been ten minutes now, I'm sitting her. So, decided to call him.

"Armaan."

No reply.

"Armaan!"

"Armaan!!" I shouted loudly.

Again no reply.

"Arrmaaaannnn!!"

Now I'm scared, he isn't replying. So, I went to check all the rooms myself to find him.

Every rooms were empty. So, I returned to the living to get my cellphone to call him. That's when I heard a knock on the main door. Expecting it to be Armaan, I opened the door. Instead of Armaan there was a boy, with a bouquet of white orchids, my favorite. He looked 5-6 years old, cute boy.

"For you," the kid said with his cute voice.

"What is your name and who gave it to you?" I asked him, bending on my knees.

"My name is Nish, Armaan uncle asked me to give this to you."

"Thank you, but where is he?" I kissed him on his cheeks.

Blushing he ran away.

Closing the door, I smelled the bouquet properly. Why didn't he give me himself? Idiot. When I was about to keep it in the flower vase, I saw a note. It read-