Since morning, Mohit had been observing change in Payal, his wife’s behaviour. This made Mohit confuse and he could not find the reason for her sudden mood swings. He tried to amuse her with his nastiest humour but it aggravated her mood more. In their two years of married life, such incident never happened. Disappointed, Mohit left for his office with a heavy heart.
At work, while preparing his table for the day, Mohit’s eyes fell on the sheet called social life pinned on his board and Payal’s name was on the top of the list. It was Payal’s birthday today that he forgot. Mohit realised and cursed himself. He could not believe missing this occasion, because he knew the consequences of this blunder in his life.
He gathered courage and dialed Payal’s number. He turned nervous thinking what he would say to her. Her phone rang continuously but there was no response.
Mohit decided to take off from work to save his world from getting collapsed. On the way, he took her favourite cake and bouquet of red roses (flowers were Payal’s weakness). Mohit was still unsure whether he could convince Payal.
Nervous he reached home. Payal opened the door and was surprised to see Mohit with cake and bouquet and singing ‘Happy Birthday’ song at the door step. Payal tried hard to conceal her smile but could not; seeing her smiling, Mohit finally felt relaxed. She took the bouquet from him and he grabbed her tight for a hug and kissed her.
They cut the cake together and celebrated their private moments making it special. When Payal asked him for his forgetfulness, Mohit said he had planned this surprise for her and he did not forget her birthday. The lie saved Mohit’s life and they lived happily ever after, at least till her next birthday.
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