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“Kavita, I do love you, I suddenly realize how much.” I said removing my hand from between her legs and putting on her soft bottom and pulled her to me.

“Oh Charlie!” she said “I have never felt so happy in all my life, I want to stay with you, always.”

I have no racial prejudice but I had never seen myself becoming attached to a person of a different race. I really don’t care what people say. It just came to me the moment she turned to face me that I had this lump rise in my chest. She looked at me with those big brown eyes and the look of trust that was on her face was what brought the realization that I had fallen in love with Kavita quite a while ago and I hadn’t realized it.

“We have to get you legally registered in this country and then we will get married, Kavita.” I said to her

“What if they won’t let me stay, I don’t care if you marry me or not I just want you near me.” She said.

“Kavita, we are going to do this right, I am at stage in life that I can move anywhere, so if they sent you back I will come with you, but I don’t think they will.” I said “I have a friend who works in the immigration Ministry I will give him a call and see what he can do for us.”

“I don’t like London, too many bad memories.” She said.

“We will move up to this country, the Scots are a lot more tolerant, and it is a lot less crowded than the southeast of England.” I said already planning relocation in my mind.

We rose and had breakfast and Kavita was like the cat who had swallowed the canary, she was going around so happy.

That morning I used my mobile, which I had switched off intending not to use it all the holiday and rang Gilbert, the friend in Immigration. I explained the circumstances and also how I felt for Kavita. He asked to speak to her and I heard her give a lot of details about her home and named names.

After he had spoken to her he again spoke to me. He told me if I was serious and wanted to marry her do so now. He would approach the Bangladesh embassy where he in turn has a friend to make some enquiries. He would be emailing me some forms which I was to fill out and get back to him as soon as possible, and get round to the registry office as soon as possible.

I logged on to my email service and downloaded the forms. Kavita and I sat at the laptop and filled in the forms together, when we came to the portion of proposed marital status. I said to her “Kavita will you marry me?”

“She leapt into my arms and said “Of course you fool, I will marry you any time you want.”