Remember? When we met?

"I am glad that my wife liked this arrangement," David said with a smile.

Well, how do you know that I like roses? As long as I remember I had never told you about my liking." Emma was impressed, that how her husband knows it. She had never told him.

"I knew it. You are like a rose, attractive, admiring, and everyone wants to have. That petals make you, and those prickles in the rose are your way of talking sometimes you make me happy, with your petals and sometimes you upset me it feels like you are stabbing your prickles in my heart, then just keeping you in mind I asked for roses as the main theme." David said it, looking at Emma.

His eyes were filled with emotions. He loves her. When will she value it?

"I will take it as a compliment," Emma said she thought as if he was taunting her.

Listening to Emma's reply David laughed.

"Of course my love it was a compliment," David said and stretched his arm to hold Emma's hand, but again Emma refused him.

David smiled again.

Looking at David like this Emma's heart soften a bit, she said.

"David, remember when we first met?".

A few years ago, at a small cafeteria near Emma's home:

" Sorry, I am a bit late." The girl said while sitting on a chair.

"That's fine." A calming voice of a man sounded.

"I will say directly, I thought about it and I decided that I will marry you, after my parent's death my grandpa grew me up and I respect him a lot. My grandpa chose you for me. So, I can not reject you." The girl said, not even looking at the man.

"Is your family pressurizing you to marry me?" The man said in a concerned manner.

"No, they can not even if they want to. I am marrying you for my benefit. But I want you to read and sign this paper first. If you agree with it then we can marry any time." The girl said to that man and handed him a paper.

The man took the paper and the first thing he saw was written: "Terms and conditions to marry Emma."

And suddenly it rained heavily.