A late night love :)

You know, everyone deserves someone who can give them a colorful and imaginative life and if you have someone who reads, there are endless possibilities.

A late night love :)

After two years of togetherness, I realized that Ananya loves her books, like anything.

And yes, I won’t be ashamed of admitting that I am jealous. She loves those books more than me. They get more attention that I deserve. But, simultaneously, I feel the luckiest man be by her side. I know, I might lose her for a few hours, but she will always come back again.

I have seen her laughed, cried, excited, shocked, scared with every page she turns.


Being the love of her life, I love the fact that she loves books to a level that whenever I gift her one, her expression is something I can die for.


One late night, I dozed off early as it was a long day for me and I was half asleep. That very moment, I heard a sound, sound of sobbing. Yeah, guys, sobbing. But, this isn’t a horror story.

I woke up and saw Ananya. She was crying holding her book in her hands.

“What?” I asked.

“What?” She replied to me in a sobbing voice but at the same time annoyed too. But I love her so-called cry baby voice. It doesn’t mean I like seeing her crying, it’s just the voice.

“Why are you crying?”

“Lexie died.”

Hearing about the death, I got a bit serious. “Was she your friend?” I questioned.

And in return, I got her awful look and I immediately realized, maybe it’s time to apologize for being stupid, just like every second husband on his earth. Yeah, you got me right!

“What happened love? Who was Lexie?” I soften my voice.

“She just died. She was supposed to hold her newborn child, not to die.”

I kept listening, took the book off her hand and grabbed her hand into mine, and I was trying to understand what she is feeling after this situation.

“How this author can be so cruel? How could he let her die in the middle of the story?” She continued and I got a voice in my head, “um um, you got tricked, you fool.”

And all I can afford to do was to give her an awful look as she did before.

You guys can relate when you are always proved wrong by your wife and then a day comes when the most logically acting person says something dumb and you got a feeling like, aah haa, a winning moment. Yeah, I can feel you all.

“Why are you giving me that look?”

“Seriously, you are crying over a character who died in a fiction story in the middle of the night.”

“Abhay, this book, you know. It’s so good but I don’t like the ending. Author killed Lexie. She didn’t get a chance to see her newborn baby.”

“Love, it’s just a story,” I said while hugging her and I rubbed her back to make her feel comfy.

“It will not happen to us, right?” she asked with those teary eyes.

I kissed her forehead and said, “Never love, fiction stories and real life doesn’t relate at all.”


“Yes, Promise?”

And she kept her book on a side table, laid down next to me and I wrapped her in my arms.

“I love you” She whispered.

I kissed her and she slept with that innocent face. And I felt blessed to have her.