"My son has never let anyone drive his beloved car before this", my MIL said as I informed her of Rohan's sticky notes.

"Drive carefully", she said.

Although it sounded more like keep my son's beloved car safe.

As I put the seat belt and put the keys bringing the car to life, I felt the kind of love that was missing in my life so far. Rohan took me to every place which is dear to his heart, the cellar, and now this car.

Does he trust me enough to hand over his heart?

I glanced at my ring finger gripping on the steering wheel. His ring looks good on me.

The corner of my lips automatically rise up forming a smile. It feels beautiful, to be loved by the person I love.

As expected Rohan didn't call me or text me during my class hours, he is too good to make me distracted during the class.

As soon as the lunch break started he called up.

"Have you reached safely?"

"No, lying in the hospital with broken limbs. "

"Be serious Anjali. Are you fine?"

"Your dear beloved car is destroyed. Your not so beloved wife has broken her limbs", somehow I control my urge to laugh out loud.

"Shut up! The car is nothing in front of you. It has a price but you are priceless ! Why do you compare yourself with the objects around you and end up writing long captions about women objectification on your posts?", he snapped back.

"I am absolutely fine. No broken limbs, no car crashes. You can come and check. "

"Do you want me to come?"

"I.. me.. ye.. yes sure. Why won't I want you to come?"

"Are you sure?"

"Stop joking Rohan! Your place is about 1 hour away from mine and my break lasts only for thirty minutes."

"I will come to take you when your class ends."

"Okay", I say with a smile.

"I love you."

I don't know what happened but I become stiff when I hear those words from him, it's not the first time yet it makes my heart beat in excitement.

"I love you too", I say as blood rises to my cheeks.

I cannot wait for the day to end and meet him again. If I score less this semester it's entirely his fault. How can I concentrate when the entire time I feel butterflies in my stomach?

As promised Rohan was standing near my college gate waiting for me.

"So how was class?", he asks.

Distractive. " Good and boring", I replied.

"Why boring?"

You weren't there.

" Today there was no practical so kind of boring. And how was work?"

"Same. Boring and monotonous."

"Why boring?", I asked the same question.

"You weren't there to kill my boredom ", he replies with a wink.

Unlike me Rohan easily voices his feelings if he wishes to.

"Did you miss me?"

"What do you think?"

"How will I know?"

"I missed you", he replies with a genuine smile.

Does good things last forever? I am afraid it doesn't. It will end one day and I am afraid of that day.

My thoughts were broken by the halting of car.

"Why did you stop?"

"Come down you will understand."

My eyes landed on the shop in front of me "Ice cream parlour?"

"Yes, this place has the best stock of all kinds of ice creams. Come and choose whatever you want."

I settled for a peanut butter cup and Rohan chose a Chocolate chip ice cream.

"Hey I want another one!", I pouted like a kid.

"You will fall sick."

"Pleaaase!"

"Okay fine go for it."

I chose a Chocolate Brownie ice cream. I started feeling full after consuming half of it. I looked at Rohan with nervousness.

"Don't you like it?"

"Yes.. but.."

"What happened? Are you feeling sick?", Rohan asks with concern in his eyes.

"No.. actually I am full. I can't eat further and I don't want to waste this."

Rohan took the ice cream bowl as well as the spoon from my hands and ate without a complain. I looked at him in awe.

How easily he ate from the same spoon without a look of disgust! This is something I had never expected.

"Rohan?"

"Yes...?"

"Didn't you feel bad eating from the same spoon?"

"Not at all Anjali. Ice cream tastes sweeter when ate from the same spoon."

My heart fluttered at his words. How simple and good it feels to be in love with him!

We reached home tired and exhausted.

We sat close to each other, so close that I can hear his heartbeat. His arms rested on my shoulder and I rested my head on his chest. It feels so good to be this close to each other.

"Anjali.."

"Hmm?"

"Do you really love me?"

His question stirred me for a second and I looked into his black pupils and saw myself in those.

"I love you Rohan.."

My words seem to open that side of him which I longed for, the affectionate caring side of him. He squeezed my fingers before bringing them near his lips and gently touching my every finger on his lips.

Why does his every touch ignite the fire of passion in my veins?

"I love you too my sweetheart. "

His words ignited my heart with fire, and makes the butterflies in my stomach dance to his tunes just like the children dancing to the tunes of the Pied Piper.

"Should I call you with any of those lovey dovey names like darling, sweetheart?", Rohan asks.

He comes dangerously close towards me that makes my heart thump loudly against my ribs. Without wasting a moment I place a soft peck on his cheek and whisper in his ears.

Mr. Husband, call me whatever you want,

My name sounds like poetry when uttered on your lips,

Serene and peaceful,

But that should happen only behind the closed doors

When the curtains are drawn and the light is dim,

Then slowly and passionately I shall call you by yours

And you can call me by mine.

"I never thought my wife is so much into poetry and that too of erotica!"

Realising what I have said I blushed deeply and embarassment returned to me.

Rohan lifts up my chin placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Don't blush! It makes me wish to sin."

"Sin??"

"The sins you haven't ever dreamt of", before I realise what he means to say his lips came crashing on mine.

Between the kisses with which he covers my face he whispers in my ears, "let's plan something."

I broke the kiss and ask with a confused look on my face, "plan for what?"