It was mid of december. Cold winds had broken into human settlements.
Silent evenings were even more gritty and dreadful. Amid these gloomy hours of winter, Rochishnu and Poushali decided to get married.
They were dating for 6 years now.
Rochishnu was working as a make up artist since last 10 years. Poushali was a choreographer. They met for the first time in a birthday party of one of their mutual friend Abeer.
Abeer and Rochishnu were buddies for more than a score now. You know, childhood buddies.
6th January the date was finalised. It was another cold eve and the couple was drooling over the plate of grilled chicken soaked in white sauce and mayonnaise. They were sitting in a posh restaurant in Park Street.
Sir, would you like to order a drink for the eve?
Mmmmm well, what would you like baby? asked Rochishnu to his would be bride. Two quarters of Vodka and two virgin mozitos with ice.
Ok sir, anything else you would like to have?
No no, if at all we need, we will ping you buddy, replied Rochishnu.
The dinner was yumm. How about a long drive now? Asked Poushali.
Yeah, we can for sure. But I guess it's raining pretty dense. Will it be safe?
Darling, we never think so much, do we?
Yes, that's true, but both of us are drunk now.
So you are sounding like a granny now. Fine leave. Let's drive back.
Ohoo...you are a kiddo still. Ok, come on..let's go for a drive then.
It was already 12.30. The couple in their deep amatory pulse, drove down the lanes. In another hour, they were driving through an empty lane, possibly marroned from the chaotic city lights.
It was pitch dark. The headlights strived to peer through the viscous drops of rain. Things were blurry. The wipers were moving up and down and a song of Ed Sheeran was embellishing the pinkish aura of the night.
Rochi, look!!! there is...