Rohan had planned everything.
It was their 7th wedding anniversary, and this year he wanted it to feel special.
No last-minute panic.
No forgotten cake.
No “Let’s celebrate on Sunday.”
He imagined soft candlelight.
Slow music.
A peaceful evening.
For once, real life would look like a movie.
✨ The Expectation
He would come home early with flowers.
Meera would open the door smiling.
Maybe she’d say, “I knew you wouldn’t forget.”
They would cut cake.
Take a nice photo.
Post something subtle online.
Simple. Romantic. Perfect.
He smiled the entire way home.
😅 The Reality
Rohan unlocked the door confidently.
CRASH.
He stepped directly on a toy truck.
“OW!”
The living room looked like a colorful battlefield.
Building blocks everywhere.
One sock on the fan.
Cartoon sounds blasting from the TV.
Their five-year-old son was running around wearing half a superhero costume.
From the kitchen, Meera shouted,
“Rohan! The gas cylinder just finished! And the power is flickering!”
Romantic violin music?
No.
Pressure cooker whistle + inverter beep.
Candlelight?
No.
Emergency tube light blinking dramatically.
Rohan stood there holding flowers… in complete confusion.
🧁 Chaos Continues
Meera walked out, tired but smiling, with a bit of flour on her cheek.
“Happy anniversary!” she said suddenly.
Rohan blinked.
“You remembered?”
“Of course I did,” she replied.
“Just didn’t expect the universe to test us today.”
At that exact moment, the lights went off.
Complete darkness.
Their son shouted,
“YAY! Night adventure!”
Rohan laughed.
This was not the plan.
💡 The Real Celebration
No decorations.
No romantic setup.
So they lit two small candles from the kitchen.
Not for mood.
Because there was no electricity.
They ordered food online.
Sat on the floor.
Ate from paper plates.
Their son kept interrupting every serious moment with random superhero moves.
At one point, Rohan said,
“This isn’t very romantic.”
Meera smiled and replied,
“Who said marriage is romantic? It’s survival with snacks.”
They both burst out laughing.
🌙 The Realization
Later that night, after putting their son to sleep, Rohan looked at the messy room.
Toys still everywhere.
Empty cake box on the table.
Flowers slightly bent.
He had imagined perfection.
But what he got was real.
Noise.
Interruptions.
Shared exhaustion.
Shared laughter.
And somehow… that felt better.
Because this wasn’t Instagram.
It was life.
And life was funny.
✨ MORAL : Expectations vs Reality in Marriage
Expectation looks perfect in your head.
Reality looks messy on your floor.
But real love lives in the mess.
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