At the end of the day, after a hard day at the office, you come home to find that your loving partner has cleaned the house, done your dishes for you. What a happy blissful life that is. And add a little cup of coffee.

Huh. It was not about us. It was the narrator on the coffee advert we were watching.

"That reminds me. Help me clean my house." Rudhra declared.

"No way." I said. No matter how many times his house was cleaned, it still looked like the set of a deserted horror movie. And the amount of cobwebs made me wonder if he secretly was Spider-man.

"Pretty please, please please?" He said.

"Begging won't get you anywhere, Rudhra." I said.

"No way! You have to!" He said.

"Nor will, demanding." I said.

"Fine then." He stood up gallantly. "I will do that myself."

"Good luck. Just think of it as exercise." I said.

There was another secret to make Rudhra do something that he didn't want to. It was to suggest every activity as a sort of physical exercise. Now that he was a physical trainer, he couldn't escape from it at all. Even though he dreaded it, he had no choice to refuse. Ha.

But he was a good physical trainer, and was surprisingly quite dedicated . It was two months since he and his friends opened the gym together. The tagline 'People exercising – a performance art' (suggested by Rudhra, obviously), made the both of us laugh until our stomachs ached, every time we thought about it.

"Just one question though." I heard him say. "Should sweeping be done before the floor is mopped, or after?"

I had no other choice but to help him. He always convinced me to do things that I had no interest in. In certain aspects of things, I couldn't leave him alone. He also couldn't leave me alone, and dragged me to the gym once. I couldn't bear the sight of it, at all. I'd threatened him that I'd add more curry leaves( he hated them) than I already did, in my cooking, if he didn't leave me alone. He had no other chance, but to relent.

And then we spent the rest of the day cleaning his house, scrubbing and rubbing and sweeping and polishing, everything done by me. He was only there to hand over stuff whenever I asked for them. Not that I wanted him to, though. He only made things worse.

But suddenly, he started laughing. I could only look at him.

"Hahahahaha. It's just that, you, with that outfit, and that anger on your face, totally resemble the cleaning lady who used to work in my house when I was younger! She also had that exact same expression that you're having now!"

I had the sudden urge to urge to fling the dirty water all over him. So I did exactly that.

But he wasn't someone who let things like that slide, so he hugged me.

And somehow the house became more messier than it originally had been.

"Noooo." I yelled.

"That was fun." He said.

"Good heavens, Rudhra." I said. "You are so mean. All girls want to be treated like a princess by their boyfriends, but you don't even have an ounce of romance at all!"

"Huh romance?" He asked, puzzled.

"Yes." I said.

"And you want to be treated like a princess?" He asked me.

"Yes,I do, for a change." I said.

He thought for a moment before he spoke again. "So you want a blaster gun?"

"Not like Princess Leia from Star Wars! Like Cinderella and ...you know..like fairy tales."

He scratched his chin as though he was deep in thought. "I see.."

I should have foreshadowed before. I didn't know how wrong my words had been, because when I opened the door for him the next day, he gave me a rose. And then he gave one more, another, and another, until there were almost twenty.

"I'll give you everyday, the number of roses corresponding with the date." He said.

"Thanks, Rudhra." I said, genuinely touched. I didn't have a vase in my home, guess I just had to buy one. It wasn't so bad.

But I was wrong, for the roses he bought were the ones that refused to just wither, and soon the house was filled with hundreds of roses and their fragrance made my nose itch, literally.

Around this time, he started calling me 'my dear', which bothered me so very much though I couldn't say it, and more annoyingly, his texts were now full of things like 'good morning, dear princess' which were so very infuriating, but I'd brought this onto myself!

We were at the beach, and we stopped a sweet corn seller he looked at me and said, "Is that all you want, dear princess?" I was so embarrassed, and the guy looked at the both of us like we were some weird people.

"Fine, Rudhra. You win! I hate being a princess. There, happy?" I said.

"So easily? I didn't even do much. Just admit that you aren't the type." He said.

"What type?" I said.

"You hate attention focussed on you. You don't enjoy these things at all, do you?" He said.

"No...you're wrong." I said, but damn he was right.

"It's my fault for making you clean my house. But don't worry, I've been thinking of an alternative for sometime now." He said.

"You are thinking of burning it down?"

He stared at me for a few seconds. He looked so handsome with the sea right next to him, though I'd never say it out loud. "I've decided to sacrifice my life."

"Huh?"

"I 've been thinking. You are so horrible, Sams. I pity the guy who's to marry you. So I've decided to volunteer and sacrifice myself for this noble cause." He said.

My heart skipped a beat. "Noble cause?"

He took a stick and wrote something in the sand. 'Marry me?"

"Yes, Rudhra. I will marry you!" I said, not caring that I was a bit too loud. It was, honestly one of the happiest moments of my life. A year ago, if you'd said that we'd be in love I'd have laughed at your face. Before I met him, I didn't know that I was missing out a certain part of happiness that I'd always wanted.

#couplegoals #meandher #ship #shesaidyes

"Wow, the tags really cause me brain damage." I said. "And what is a ship?"

"I don't really know myself." Rudhra said. "It's something keep using now-a-days" . This was the very first time that he'd posted a picture of us together, on his instagram.

"Oh, are they the same people that read stories on Wattpad?" I asked him.

"Yes, they are. Very good people." He said.

"Really? Then we must give them fan service every now and then." I agreed. "Although I hope you didn't propose to me so that I'd clean your house."

"That's just one of the chocolate chips in the chocolate cake." He said.

"How horrible!" I said. "If we live together, you'll be the Master of the Order of the Laundry."

"Excuse me, it's lord. Lord of the Laundry. See, it even alliterates." He said.

We made our way to our houses. "Oh my gosh, Rudhra. What are you doing?"I said.

"I am opening the door of the carriage for you." He said, and his face morphed into a familiar grin.

"Stop miming in the middle of the road! It's embarrassing!" I cried.

"Didn't you want to be treated like a princess?" He said.

"You aren't going to let that one slide, are you?"

"Nope, never, ever."

Author's note:

Them Devils getting engaged (O_O).

I am so sorry,guys,for the big delay in uploading the next chapter of DD. All of a sudden, my real life became quite hectic! I am very sorry!

And for the big news!

DD won a prize in the Humour Category in the Wing Awards! How amazing is that?

I am so very touched and surprised that people still want to read this monstrosity of a story! I love you guys so so much!