Right after the cake ceremony I started unwrapping the gifts and without thinking twice I went for someone special’s gift, but Anoushka held my hand and said dramatically.
“I thought we were best friends and accordingly, it should have been my gift.” She said handing over her gift to me, though I am not sure, if I consider her the same because I haven’t shared anything to be called one, but on her demand I did.
All their gifts matched my taste and lastly I peeped into the special bouquet which contained a letter and it read.
“Hey, Pumpkin.”
The moment I read pumpkin I knew who it was.
“Hope you look less like a pumpkin now.
But today, I am not sure if you know what these different roses means, but I’m not going to disclose it on this letter you’ll know when you open the gift.”
I was
