You are my only desire

We are in a taxi and the song "I want in that way" by backstreet boys is playing on the car's radio. Sasha is upset with me, because she thinks that I will not marry her. She thinks that I wont marry her because I'm the son of multi millionaire Raj Mehta, I'm only 25 but I have 2000 crore asset on my name. Where as Sasha is a black women, a self made women and has no assets on her name. I haven't proposed her yet, because I couldn't find a ring that I connected too. Sasha is such a enigmatic, powerful, kind women and its tough to find a ring that suits her personality. We both are in a cab and she's looking through the car's window. And I'm looking at her. The car's window is acting like a mirror, where I see her reflection. She has tears in eyes, and its not my fault. I want to surprise her, in the best way possible. I can't sit in this cab longer, I instruct the driver to stop and get out of the car. I don't even say goodbye to Sasha, even I'm pissed at her. How could she think, that I have such mentality for her. I start to walk on the pavement in the opposite direction of cab. And after a few seconds I hear a loud boom of noise, and when I turn to see its source. I see a accident of a oil tanker and a cab, and see the cab is ablaze which had Sasha in it. I scream on top of my lungs. She was burning in flames.

I wake up with a jolt, I'm sweating from head to toe. I check my phone its 5:30 am, when I check my bed, Sasha is not there. I see some messages pop up. Its from Sasha, in short its about her meeting at work and why she left early without telling me. I walk in the kitchen to drink a glass of water, there's a note on the fridge from Sasha 'I have made you breakfast. Love you"

I eat my breakfast and get ready. Its my daily routine, since a couple of weeks. I get into tiffany's store early, and spend hours searching for the perfect ring. But I couldn't because, the diamonds would be too regular, Sasha doesn't like Emeralds, Ruby would be too wild for her and Pearl would be too cheap. I have been mentally exhausted by this routine and suddenly my eyes fall on it.

A rare pink diamond, just like my Sasha.

I come back home, full of excitement. I have taken a break from work, and been busy making plans for future. I eat my lunch and sit down on my study table. I spot my diary, I take a look at it. I have bookmarked 25 September, the day I met Sasha. I initially fell for her bright eye's and afro hairs. I loved her long slender arms and how beautifully she had painted neon pink on her nails. She was unique in every way possible, her every action had purpose. I enter my dream into the diary. I wanted to take a short nap, because I loved dreaming about Sasha and me.

We were shouting at each other on the pavement, the onlookers were gawking at us. There was a reason for it, because I was Aryaman Mehta son of multi millionaire Raj Mehta. A Indian American boy marrying a black color, was scandalous in a way. But we were fighting with each other, in the middle of crowded street, was far more scandalous. I could see people clicking our photo's on their phone. But I was least concerned about it. Sasha saying I being ashamed of her was more hurtful.

I said "why do you think Sasha, that I'm ashamed of you"?

"Because, its your family, they hate me. and whenever I ask you about marriage, you push the topic away"

I replied " I push it because, its not ready"

"What is not ready " Ring, the jeweler said that the ring will be ready by tomorrow.

"See Sasha you focus on your work, we will talk about it later"

"That's what you are saying, when every time I talk about it?"

"Sasha ,can I drop you"

"No, I will go on my own"

And she walks away.

Thud! there's a loud noise, Sasha has come home.

I see my watch its 5:30 in the evening. She calls me

"Honey I'm home"

"Yeah, I'm coming "

I check myself into the mirror and rush towards the hall.

She's tired but still looks so beautiful, I go and kiss her on the forehead. She gives me a fake smile. She seems tensed.

I say "hon why don't you go freshen up, and I set the table for you"

She nods.

She's barley eating anything, I can see sense that something is going in her mind.

She says "Do you know Henry and April?"

"Yeah what happened to them"

"Well Henry proposed April yesterday and she said yes. They are going to get married soon"

"Its unbelievable, I never knew that in 6 months they would take such a big decision"

She grunt's "yeah, what have you thought about us"

Why I'm feeling that I have seen this conversation before. I feel that my dreams are becoming reality. Its impossible, how come she's saying everything same, that I had seen in my dream.

She's accusing me, doubting me in every way possible. But I'm not reacting to it, cause I'm seeing this narration again. Everything is feeling like dejavu, I had seen this fight coming.

"you have stopped loving me right?" Sasha says it with tears in her eyes.

Her question brings me back to the present, the present which I had already seen.

"No, why are you saying like that Sasha" I say

"Because Aryaman, every time when I come up about our marriage. You change the topic"

"see Sasha you will get my answer soon"

"ok, you know what Aryaman, when you are ready about your decision. Call me."

She picks her purse up and rushes out of the door. I run after her.

We are on the pavement, I'm running after her. I yell her name.

She stops, I go towards her and in a hushed tone say

"Sasha believe me I love you "

"Then prove it to me Aryaman"

And we are having the same heated argument. People are gawking at us in the same way. And she walks away

I should show her the ring, maybe I will propose her in the store itself.

"you believe me right" I shout from behind

She stops and turns towards me and nod. But she says " I have a errand to do, after that we will talk about it"

She motions for a cab. The cab comes closer towards us and on its radio. The same song of backstreet boys is playing and I know what will happen next. Sasha is about to open the door of cab and go inside, I grab her arm and shove her aside. I sit in the cab and instruct the driver to go. The driver speeds up, Sasha is fuming behind us. I take out my phone and call Sasha.

The moment will come soon and I have to say my intentions to her fast.

She picks up the phone and before she could say anything. I say

"I Aryaman Mehta ask this beautiful young lady, for marriage"

"Will you marry me Sasha?"

The driver turns his head in excitement to see me, and from other side I see a oil tanker rushing towards us.

We collide and the car goes up in the fumes.