06.

                                    

                                          
NAINA
My peaceful sleeps gets interrupted by the continuous ringing of my phone as well. Sometimes I have this urge inside me to smash this stupid device on the floor. After cursing each and every existing thing on this planet. 
I finally pick up my phone, Reyansh name flashing on the screen. "Kya hai itni Subha?" I ask him getting irritated. "Arey arey na hi na hello" he answers. "If you don't have anything to say I am cutting the call on the count of 3" 
["what is it this early in the morning"]
["at least greet me"]
"Accha Accha listen!!" He says from the other side.
["okay okay listen"]
"Speak."
"I am standing outside your house, and also open your bedroom door, there is something for you"
"Okay I'll be there in a bit" I tell him before hanging up. Getting up from the bed I open my bedroom and find a box there. I pick it placing it on the bed. 
My eyes catch the note on the box. 
"From only yours Rey" 
A smile forms on my lips he knows very well receiving gifts have never being my type cause I don't like it when someone spends money on me. I would rather be more happy if they spend it on themselves instead. 
But when it's him I treasure those gifts. He is the only one whose gifts always stole my heart. But this time it's different. He always gifts me letters or handmade things. For the first time it's not those.
The reason I don't like receiving gifts from others is. 
People call buying expensive gifts for each other romantic, many people out there manipulate others with expensive gifts. 
I think a lot of people don't understand what real romance is.Anyone can buy flowers, candy and jewelry, there's no love in that. The truly romantic things in life are those little things you do every day to show you care, and that you're thinking of them.
It's going out of your way to make them happy.
The way you hold her hand when you know she's scared, or you save the last piece of cake for him.
The random text in the middle of the day, just to say "I love you" or "I miss you". The way he stops to kiss you when he passes by.
It's dedicating her favorite song to her, and letting her eat your fries; telling her she's beautiful, even when she's in her sweats; with her hair in a ponytail and no makeup. It's putting your favorite show on pause so she can tell you about her day, and laughing at his jokes, even the really lame ones. It's slow dancing in the kitchen and kissing in the rain.
Romance isn't about buying, it's about giving.
True romance is in the gestures.
That is the type of love I have fantasised since teenage years. And I know Reyansh is the person to love me that way. 
My Rey Rey.
The box had a dress, ring, necklace and heels. This man knows me too well. 
The outfit.