Trishan Proposes to Rehema

“Any regrets?” I asked Rehema. We had just finished making love for the first time. It was more mind blowing and explosive than I could ever have imagined. All the love and desire for her which I had bottled up inside poured out like a raging flood. And now that it was over, I wanted to make sure that she didn’t have any regrets.

She smiled and shook her head. “No regrets. What about you?”

“No. It’s something I’ve wanted–fantasized about since the first time I met you. I wish that I was your first and only lover.”

“I wish so too but you’re my last one.”

“Rehema, I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don’t want to date you for a long time.”

“You dated your ex for more than four years.”

“Yes and that’s because I didn’t love her or want to marry her. I should have ended our relationship a long time ago.”

“And you want to marry me whom you’ve known for less than a year?”

“I know it sounds crazy but, yes. I never thought it was possible to fall in love with someone in such a short time but I have.”

“I didn’t think it was possible either but during the short time we’ve known each other, I’ve fallen in love with you too.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding heavily in my chest. “So, will you marry me?”

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“Yes, Trishan.”

Thrilled, I walked over to her, leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth before I went into the living-room. I picked up my jacket, reached into the breast pocket and took out the little black box. I returned to the bedroom and went over to where she was sitting on the bed. Getting down on my knee beside the bed, I opened the box, removed the ring and proposed.

She nodded, too emotional to speak and I slipped the ring on her finger. I had bought it a couple of days ago. I got into the bed with her and hugged her tightly before I kissed her on her mouth and then all over her body.

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