"Hon!!” I heard my wife call out my name while I was struggling to get out of the bed. Lazy Weekend.
Subtle sounds of cooking filtered from the kitchen. Oh wait! What the hell was she doing in the kitchen.
"What you upto? You don't belong there. That's my department." I responded in my sleepy voice, a little louder though.
"Come here. Help me with something," she said further.
"Fine. Wait.” I got out of the bed and walked into the kitchen.
Shit. There she was. Down on one knee, with her left hand asking for my hand, and the other one had a plate with an “Aaloo Parantha” in it. Wait, what?
"You know one of the main reasons behind me marrying you was you being a good cook. All I could cook was Maggi until now. I know I am still a beginner, but this is from me for you. It's our first Valentine’s Week together after marriage, and today is supposed to be Propose Day; So, ya…! Mm! I love you.”
I stood there, blushing, smiling, sort of an emotional flood. I was definitely clean bowled. Was this the cutest proposal ever? Or probably the craziest? Hell yeah.
That was the probably the best "Aaloo Parantha" I ever had.
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