The door was closed shut.

 

----

Creative Writing paper again. Assignment this time.

Topic: ‘The door was shut.’

----

The door was closed shut and my newly wedded wife inched her way towards the overly decorated bed decked with flowers. I sat, unblinking and taking my time to observe and appreciate the beauty she was. Fear and apprehension were evidently streaked across her face and her clouded eyes reflected her emotions – the same magnetic eyes that had attracted me the moment I had laid my eyes on her photograph the day my mother forced me to give it a glance for the n-th time. 

Considering that ours was an arranged marriage, my wife’s emotions were justified; it gave me a weird high, calling that intellectual and stunning woman that my eyes beheld as my ‘wife.’

From the few conversations that we had had prior to this moment, I could read that our ideas quite matched and that our lifestyles were comfortably and complimentary-ly contemporary. I waited as she came and sat next to me, the perfume she wore slowly wafting through the room, reminding me strongly of her presence in such vicinity. Her fingers were slowly drumming the table beside, nervousness evident, much contradicting the bold and outgoing personality of hers that I had beheld in the past month. 

My mind raced to figure out what I could possibly do or say to bring the tension down to make her feel comfortable. I could hear my mind screaming within, ‘IDIOT!’ I couldn’t agree more. Drops of perspiration began showing up down my neck and finally, finally realization struck.

‘Coffee?’I asked, in the softest voice I could muster from the usual frightful gruff that escapes my vocal cords. She searched my face for the briefest time and slowly, her face broke into a brilliant smile that touched her eyes.

Boy, I was home!

-        Just Someone.