#NanoTale 1
A Secret Sender

I drank some water and lay down taking the quilt over. It was already 3 AM and I was freaking tired after completing my work. Closing my eyes to sleep, I smiled for the relief I felt in my cozy bed.
Door bell? Did I hear a door bell? No...it might be just exhaustion taking a toll on my senses.
Again...I opened my eyes worried about hearing a second bell. So, it wasn't any illusion. There's someone at the door but at this time?
I felt jittery getting off the bed and waited for the bell to be rung again.
No sound...I still gathered courage and went near the door. Looking through the peep hole, I found none. Who was there? Where had (s)he gone? Was it a trick to barge in when I was away from my bedroom? Lots of questions whirled in my mind.
Finally, I grabbed a glass flower pot kept beside the door and was ready to shoot, if it meant any thief.
I flung the door open.
None.
I took a step in a ready to attack position but the entire corridor was empty. I relaxed a bit and thought of getting back thinking it to be a stupid prank or a mistake, when my eyes fell over a cake lighted with a red candle. It was kept just nearby the door. I looked around but found nobody.
Sighing, I picked it up. There was a red flower kept along which was tied to a paper note.
I opened the note that read:
'To the most beautiful lady,
From the most handsome gentleman.'
A smile streatched over my lips but soon faded away in confusion. I blinked twice unable to understand what was going on. I mulled over to take the cake inside or not. And soon decided to leave it. I got in closing the door and made a point to bolt it properly.
I took a glance at the clock and retired to sleep.
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Same time, same cake, same flower and the same note...it had been a week now.
Who was this 'secret sender'?
This time I took the cake in. And smelled it before cutting. Cheerfully smiling ear to ear, I dipped my finger to the chocolate lava that flowed out of the white cream layered bread. I couldn't resist chocolate after all.
Yummm...I sucked my finger. And as expected, the cake got finished within seconds. Then staring at the note for a little long, I opened it in order to come across the same words that had got imprinted in my mind reading it since 7 days. But to my utter surprise, the words weren't same.
Now, it read:
'To the most innocent smile,
From the most naughty smirk.'
I giggled grasping the meaning. So my dear secret sender, I think I caught you. I mentally laughed and prayed to be him as my heart beats started to fluctuate.
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It was five minutes to 3. Today, I'm going to catch you anyhow. Four minutes left, three minutes left, two, one...
It's three. At anytime would the door bell ring.
It's 3:05. At anytime would the door bell ring.
It's 3:10.
3:20.
3:40.
No bell. I frowned.
Great! Now what's this!
I snorted and treaded to my bedroom. I hid my sad self inside quilt.
"Seems someone doesn't want the chocolate today"
As soon as I heard his voice, I jumped out of bed. After a whole year, he was there, with a charming yet enchanting smile. His hands were behind his back.
My eyes glistened. The longest wait ever was finally over. Yes, it's him...My lost boyfriend, my Kabir.
"Suffered a memory loss or what?" He smirked.
He just can never stop pulling my leg. Idiot! I glared at him.
He giggled a bit and then keeping the cake aside, opened his arms. Without delay, I hugged him and he reciprocated the embrace.
He had promised to be back after settling in London as a chroegrapher. But every contact to him had got broken. I had lost the hope to see him ever in this lifetime.
"Itna chipakne ki zaroorat nai hai" he jeered.
"Okay" I exaggerated my smile tearing our embrace .
The next second, he got a nice sharp stomp at his foot.
"Owww"
"Now feeling better?" I queried haughtily.
"Cake is gone" he retorted standing back straight and then we hurried to grab the cake at the same time. He slyly smiled being fast and then took a large piece of cake. He explicitly showed it to me while a pouted.
"You want?"
I nodded in a childlike manner.
He forwarded the cake piece but as I opened my mouth, he quickly tried to retract his hand back which I held of course. Smart me. And fed the cake to myself looking at him. He grinned and ate the remains over his finger.
Is there any need to tell that we were eating and playing with the cake thereafter? (Winkš)***
Edited by aNibirFan - 8 years ago