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Short Story: Proposal

Mr. and Mrs. Mazhakiya are invited to their society's new year get together. Mr. Mazhakiya is a very romantic man and as usual he is dumbstruck by his wife's beautiful attire. He gives her a compliment and they head for the party. 

He notices how well the society has managed the funds and done the decoration. When Mrs. Mazhakiya gets involved with the society gossip group, he heads straight to the bar. In an hour or so he gets completely drunk. He glances at the crowd and notices a beautiful women. He keeps following her and eventually falls in love with her or so he believes.

'I should propose her,' he decides. Mr Mazhakiya has completely forgotten about his marital status and the presence of his wife in the party. Conspiring with the party manager he arranges for some crackers. The manager gives him a thumbs up post all the arrangement.

Mr. Mazhakiya takes over the stage and announces, 'Hey beautiful woman in red'. The woman looks at him with a wide smile. When Mr. Mazhakiya points at the sky, crackers burst with a loud sound and the words appear 'WILL YOU UNMARRY ME?'

The woman looks at Mr. Mazhakiya in a shock and the gossip group starts murmuring in a low voice. 'Why does Mr. Mazhakiya want to unmarry his wife?' Another woman asks 'Does he mean to divorce her?' and they all end up laughing while Mrs Mazhakiya is fuming with anger.

-Shamitha Heramb

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