I clenched my hands, knowing she would smile, looking at all these things, but she wouldn’t laugh. She never took an interest in royal and luxurious things. So, I wanted to give her something from my side.
But what should I give her? Bangles?
No.
A pair of clothes?
No, no. There’s plenty already in the gifts.
Anklets?
I should give something special.
It had to be something that would make her feel special. But I couldn’t recall anything of that sort. Everything was already there. That’s when an idea hit me.
Wait… there’s one thing that’s not there.
A letter. My love letter.
An instant smile appeared on my face. Immediately excusing myself, I returned to my chamber and sat down to write a letter. I picked up the ink and the quill and placed a paper on the wooden table.
But what should I write?
Dear Suman, I love you.
Urgh, that’s not a love letter.
Dear Suman, you’re beautiful, and I love you.
No, no, that’s ordinary, I’ve already told her that a million times.
Dear Suman, I met many girls, but you are different. I love you.
Fuck, this will just hurt her more than reminding her I love her.
Urgh… How stupid are you, Agastya?
I couldn’t even think of what to write in a love letter. I felt I needed help. So, I immediately picked the paper, quill, and the inkpot, and strode to Ranvijay Bhai-sa’s chamber.
When I entered, the guards outside informed me he was in the bedchamber. I sent a message before walking in.
I found him seated on the couch along with Aishwarya Bhabhi-sa. It seemed they were working on something.
“Arre, Devar-sa, aaiye na. Hum aapke liye phal ya kuch aur sewan karne ke liye mangaayein?”“Oh, Devar-sa, come in. Should I call someone to bring fruit or something for you to eat?” Aishwarya Bhabhi-sa asked, rising from the couch.
I nodded.“Sure, Bhabhi-sa. Thanks,” and then moved to Bhai-sa.
Kneeling before him, I placed the paper and inkpot on the table.
He looked at me in surprise.“What happened?”
I clicked my tongue.“Bhai-sa, I’m in great trouble,” I grumbled.“I want to write a love letter to Suman, but I cannot find anything to write. Please help me.”
He made a face, shaking his head.“Are you stupid? I write political letters, and I can write love letters for Aishwarya. She’s your would-be wife. You should write the letter to her,” he said, emphasising the word‘you.’
“Bhai-sa, you’re not getting me,” I sighed tiredly.“I don’t know what to write in the context for her.”
He denied again.“Write whatever you want to. There’s no format or base to it. It’s highly personal and romantic to do,”
