He Knows it All

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She had spent the entire day on her feet,guiding juniors, rushing through back-to-back meetings, barely sipping water, eating only in haste. Twice she replied to him: busy, will talk later. No breaks. When she finally logged off, it was an hour and a half past office time. She went home exhausted, body aching, mind heavy.

Soft music welcomed her as she entered. In the kitchen, he was there,apron on, dancing lightly while cooking. He didn’t say a word.

In the bedroom, everything was already prepared. The geyser was on. His shirt lay on the bed with comfy pyjamas. The warm shower washed the day away. As she changed, she wondered how he always knew when she’d be home.

She walked back into the kitchen, rolling up her sleeves, watching him dance. He came close, hugged her gently, tucked her hair behind her ear, and offered her coffee. Still no words. Just music.

He lifted her onto the kitchen ota and began massaging her tired feet, slow and caring. Watching him, she realised,he had been checking their shared Google location all along, planning every moment for her comfort.

Unable to hold back, she played with his ears, pulled him closer, and kissed the one he loved most. He smiled,but still didn’t speak.

Thirty minutes later, as the pasta finished cooking, he finally said softly,

“You don’t know how proud I am of you. The way you work for your dreams… it amazes me.”

He handed her a pink rose (her favorite colour) he had brought home on his way back.

She pulled him close again and whispered,

“And you don’t know how lucky I am to have you by my side. You’ve spoiled me.”

He turned his head once more, offering the same ear. She held his face and kissed it again—this time slower, deeper, full of love.

And in that moment, she felt overwhelmed with his way of loving her.

His love lived in the details.

In the silence.

In the way he made space for her exhaustion and turned it into rest.

And she knew this was his language.

Not promises. Not grand gestures.

Just showing up, every single day.


-Suraj

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