It all bites back

 There have been countless occasions when he did not agree with her, and had trouble later on. This is one such (cupid) tale.

They were on a beautiful beach in Varkala on their customary anniversary trip this year and their enjoyment knew no bounds just like the limitless ocean.

"Maybe you should keep the keys to the scooter somewhere safe, away from all this water" she tells him.

"Chill it out boo! I've got a good hold of the keys in my hand, and they aren't going anywhere." He tells her causally.

"And what if somebody takes them from there, what are we gonna do then?" He adds on.

She further tries to put some sense into him, but to no avail. And eventually gives up.

Fast forward an hour, it was time for them to say good bye to the friends they had made on the beach. He makes a run to the other end of the beach, and what she had dreaded all along was waiting to happen.

He loses balance, and the keys fall off into the vast ocean in waist deep water with waves rushing in every few seconds, swallowing everything with them.

Miles away from their hotel, and the necessary means locked inside the rented scooter, the keys for which had just been gobbled up by the ocean, this is definitely not how he had wanted their anniversary to go.

His eyes meet hers, and he recognizes disappointment on her face at once. After all the attempts she had made asking him to keep the keys away, expecting any other reaction would be nothing short of foolishness.

They need to find the key before the next wave comes in and does a clean sweep of the area. Or else they can very well say good bye to their anniversary plans.

Countdown has begun. Maybe 10 seconds left, before it is all gone for good.

He immediately focuses all his attention to the spot where the keys had fallen, lucky for him that he was able to notice that. But waist deep water, did the keys went straight down? Or could they have been displaced by some water current? Let's hope not. He sits down, and starts doing a sweep of the area, before the wave can. Sad but expected, he did not find them, and that's strike one.

No need to panic, he tells himself. There are like five seconds still left before the next wave hits. Let's track a circle around the original area instead. This looks like a good option, or the only option. He got no better choice, or the time to think of one. His hands racing faster than his mind, he is already on his knees, running hands in possibly every direction around the original area. Still nothing, and that's strike two. A little part in him had hoped that he would find it this time.

Meanwhile, the next wave is due any moment now. Panic is bound to take over. He can see the wave building up as it gets ready for its lunch. This is endgame. One last try, it cannot get any worse than this, he tells himself. So with all traces of hope left, he kneels down, this time with no strategy. Just randomly throwing hands all around.

And he feels something solid hit his hand down in the mud as the overdue wave now passes over with all its strength. Lucky for him, he was able to get a good hold on it before the wave could.

If what he has gripped onto are not the keys, they can very well say good bye to them, and to all their plans.

As the water calms down, he slowly starts to pull out the object that he has been holding onto all this while. Petrified, he opens his palm to confirm what his mind was already calling out loud. But he did not want to celebrate until he had confirmed with his own two eyes.

And to his relief, there they were, the keys to the scooter, hanging by the key chain.

He could not believe that their anniversary had just been saved. Nothing short of a miracle. Although he would hear a lot of it for the rest of his life, but that's okay. He had earned it!