Dark chocolate


I don’t know how much you love chocolates but I love them a lot,  specially dark ones.
Now my dear friends I request you to get some chocolate and be comfortable,  because you’ll be stuck here for the next few minutes.
I present you a very sweet and cute romantic story.
Ashi was returning home after a late night journey.  She badly wanted  no needed some rest.

Boarding off the plane she waited for her husband but he didn’t come he might be busy,  she thought. She then carried her trolley to the car parking area. A few cabs were waiting for customers,  getting the sight of her one of the drivers walked towards her , asking her to get on his cab. She allowed him to carry her trolley and waited inside the cab.  Once inside she called her husband,  because she was missing him;  moreover she had to inform him about her current situation. The phone kept on ringing for sometimes but no one received. So she tried again and this time it was received but instead of her husband’s voice she could hear a lady speaking from the other end.”Hello, ” she wanted to ask about her husband, .but there was no way to do that before she could the woman chuckled “so eager aren’t you honey?  Come let me remove your clothes “. She was sure she would swoon if the conversation went any longer to her ears.
Sitting there on the cab she made a decision – first I’ll kick that slut out  of  his life and then confront him.
Reflecting on her past she got a glimpse of  their first date , she was nervous as hell and kept on babbling the whole time they were there. He had been a complete gentleman,  didn’t even mention that sometimes she lost control over her volume and they got stares from the neighbouring tables. One date turned to other,  days passed and finally after three years he proposed and she what do you she said,  it had to be “Yes”, there was no reason she was the most sought after journalist and he a handsome and confident neurologist. She spent her time mostly outdoors,  but that is a part of her job he knew it before we got married,  then why go for an affair.

A tear dropped down her eyes as she thought of the night before which she left for her mother’s place,  while she was busy packing he had told her how much he loved her, but now everything seems fake.

Her mother suffered from a serious cardiac attack,  so she had to travel all the way from Mumbai to Coimbatore. As soon as the old lady started recovering she sent her daughter packing back for Mumbai. Just then she got a bump on her head,  getting out of the reverie she realized that the car had come to a halt and she hit her head somewhere.  The pain on her head was not much as compared to the turmoil in her heart.  She got out of the cab,  almost slammed the back door, paid her rent and ran towards her family. 
When she reached the door and rang the door bell,  Ashi was halfway expecting a lady wearing a robe would open the door,  instead it was her daughter. As she entered the sitting room,  she was relieved to find that they spared her little angel.So both of them are enjoying somewhere else, she scorned. Gradually moving towards her bedroom she heard someone laughing and that must be her. Enraged she asked her daughter ” are they still in the kitchen?”
” Yes,  mama “.
She hugged and kissed her confused daughter “Stay put , don’t come inside okay “, she told her daughter.
Ashi then stormed towards the kitchen to find a lady and her husband laughing,  they had their back towards her and a faint aroma of chocolate reached her nostrils.  Well that cooled her down a bit and she didn’t pounce on them like she was originally planning to. Ashi walked towards her husband and tapped on his back,  he almost jumped, ” Ah huh caught Ya “, she exclaimed sarcastically.
He couldn’t catch her tone , so he smiled his usual charming one which made her heart flutter ” well no more a surprise then “.
” No “, she said with a poker face.
” So where do you wish to cut the cake? ” he asked.
” Cake?  Which cake? ”
” Your birthday cake silly “, he poked her nose , another one of his habit.

Oh no in all these hassle she forgot about her own birthday,  how could she be so stupid. It happens with most of us ladies because we always keep on thinking that our oh -so- perfect husband can never be so perfect.  Wasting no more time of yours lets move towards the climax.
” Mama,  ” her daughter came laughing towards her ” Papa and Rita Auntie prepared a dark fantasy cake for you “. Until now she hadn’t noticed that the lady standing across was her neighbour Rita. Now all the pieces fit together Rita must have received the call while clothing her toddler son and well the rest was her notion.
Later that night when everyone was asleep she went to her husband and hugged him ” I know how much you despise cooking then why did you take all this trouble? ”
Her husband chuckled “Because I love you and I had promised your mom that I would never allow your smile to be faltered. ”

Thanks all of you for reading this post and may be I’m a little late but Happy Thanksgiving

29 thoughts on “Dark chocolate

  1. Why would the neighbouring lady bring her child to their house that too ,to change clothes ,its a flaw in plot and in these days recipes are available on net so why to to make cake with neighboring female


    1. The neighbouring lady didn’t bring her child to change clothes , her child is a toddler she couldn’t leave him alone at her place. It’s possible to get recipes on net but its better when u have an expert with u. Preparing dark forest flavored cake is not easy and for a person who despises cooking it’s definitely difficult. If a husband wants to surprise his wife he wouldn’t want to shw up with a piece of burnt cake. And as u say if I had to lengthen it mentioning every point as to where, what happened, then presumably it would turn out to be a short novella. 😃


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