E K A K S H

“Let’s get married, Aksh.”

My world stops. 

My feet freeze in their spot and I stay rooted where I am. Her words snatch away my ability to breathe and I find myself stuck in a dilemma. For a heartbeat, I think I heard her wrong. She cannot just ask me to marry her when I’m possibly counting my days on my fingers. From outside I am still from the shock, not a single hair out of its place, but inside I’m a total chaos, one that doesn’t know if it’ll break apart into pieces or fall down to his knees. 

She can’t be serious, right? Not now atleast, when the ground beneath us is this unsteady. She knows it all, she heard it well from the doctor, from me, so to think she is serious is stupidity. I’m not even sure she said it. Maybe it’s another one of my hallucinations where I am imagining her saying it. Exactly, that’s what it is.

“What did you just say?” It comes out as merely a whisper much to my surprise, but I’m so shocked that it’s hard for me to form words and gather the strength to say them aloud.