Zeeshan's POV

Six months later

Six months passed in a blur, and a lot of things changed, both good and bad. The good thing was that Vidit proposed to Ritika at her dream destination. It was so chaotic that I wanted to slap some sense into my overpanicking best friend's ass. But now that I am standing in his shoes, his panic feels real. Too real. I genuinely think my heart is going to burst out of my chest.

Anyways, the bad thing is that Karan is still very much alive, but thankfully he is in police custody as his case is currently being heard before the High Court. It is just a matter of time before he gets what he deserves after our treatment left him limping and, oh, almost useless from the very organ he was so proud of. I mean, it is scientifically impossible to cut it off completely, but yes, there was enough damage to traumatize even the doctors who had to patch him up.

Getting justice for the victims will take time, but at least they are no longer hopeless after making Karan almost dead. It is going to be a long fight, but we will get there nonetheless.

Right now, I am sitting on my bed with a box that feels heavier than it actually is. They say only girls go through a "what if" phase before making such an important decision, but what they do not know is that men go through it too. And I feel like not just my heart but my brain is going to explode any second.

"So, are you sure?" Vidit asked, sitting in front of me.

"Been waiting for this day," I replied, my eyes drifting back to the ring that was a gentle reminder that I was, in fact, going to propose to my Aayat.

"Let's do this then," he said, getting up with newfound confidence. I looked at him in confusion, waiting for him to continue.

"What?" he asked. "Are you not going to prepare for the proposal, you idiot?"

Right.

I cannot propose to her in the middle of a damn road.

I need a place. A place that reminds us of us. Not some random tourist spot, but somewhere that resonates with our journey.

"So where are you planning to propose? Somewhere abroad? Under the stars? At your home? Or perhaps... in the middle of nowhere?" Vidit asked, pacing around.

"Sit down. I already know where I am going to propose to her," I replied with a sigh. His constant pacing was making my head hurt.

"And all I need is a few cleaning supplies, a shovel, and some decorative items," I added.

"Propose hi kar raha hai na? Ya fir body thikane laga raha hai?" he asked, giving me a side eye.
(You are only proposing right? Or are you perhaps hiding a body?)

Grabbing a pillow, I threw it straight at his face and said, "Go back home if you cannot help me."

Laughing like an idiot right in my face, he said, "Okay, my bad. But what are we doing with all that stuff?"

"Just some cleanup," I said with a shrug.

And exactly a few hours later, we were removing the extra rocks and clearing the overgrown patches of grass.

"Remind me to never help you again for the rest of my life," Vidit huffed, almost falling flat on his face when his foot slipped.

"Okay," I replied with a chuckle.

"Sala Aashiq," I heard him mutter.
(Bloody lover.)

I was going to propose to Ayesha in the middle of the forest, the very place where she had asked us for a ride along with her best friend.

Now hear me out. I know this is basic, but to me, this place means much more than just a wild forest.

If she had not asked us for a ride, none of this would have happened, and she would not have become my almost wife in less than twelve hours.

I was not dumb enough to propose to her somewhere random, but this forest felt like the perfect place.

Not only because of that reason, but also because I wanted her to remember this forest with happiness instead of the ugly memories of everything that happened before she asked us for that ride.

An unfortunate incident that became the foundation of our forever.

"Get the fuck out of my way," Vidit spat, breaking my train of thought. He stood in front of me with his shovel, trying to dig out a massive rock beside me.

"Okay, okay," I chuckled as I moved aside and cleared the trash and smaller rocks from his path.

An hour or two later, we were finally done cleaning both the pathway and the proposal spot. Around 3 a.m., I sent Vidit to sleep in the car. It was not the most comfortable option, but we had come in one car, and it would not have made sense for him to drive all the way home only to return a few hours later.

While he slept, I cleaned up the remaining trash and walked barefoot around the area to make sure there were no sharp stones. Once I was satisfied, I hung lanterns all around the place.

Then I assembled the makeshift table and chairs, finished everything off with a flower vase in the center along with a small lantern.

It was around 7 a.m. when I was finally done with all the decorations. I had not slept a wink all night, but I did not care. This all nighter was going to be worth it.

"Kya baat hai. Kya baat hai." Vidit clapped as he appeared out of nowhere.
(Awesome. Awesome.)

"Do you think she'll like it?" I asked, looking around.

"She is going to love it. Did you message her?" he asked, patting my shoulder.

Giving him a side eye, I shoved him away.

"Yes, she replied with an okay. Let's go freshen up quickly. The team is here," I said, nodding toward our security men who were going to guard the place until we returned.

"Let's go," Vidit agreed, and we drove back home.

After taking a much needed shower and getting dressed, I drove straight to Adhvait Bhai's office. I had requested Sunaina Bhabhi to be there as well. There was no way I was going to propose to Ayesha without their approval.

"Thank you for meeting me on such short notice," I said gratefully as I took a seat next to Adhvait Bhai, across from Sunaina Bhabhi, who sat at the head of the table.

"Drop it. We are family," Adhvait Bhai deadpanned, passing me a glass of water, which I accepted and finished in one gulp.

"So," he continued when I remained silent because I was mentally gathering the courage and calculating my escape route in case Adhvait Bhai threw that glass at my head.

"I am going to propose to Ayesha, and I am here to ask for your permission," I said, moving my chair a few inches away from Adhvait Bhai when he looked at me as if he was ready to throw the glass at my face for taking away his baby sister.

"No," he replied.

I stared at him in disbelief before looking at Bhabhi, who sighed.

"What... do you mean by no?" I asked, confusedly.

"I mean exactly what you heard," he replied, looking thoroughly bored.

"I am proposing anyway. Thank you very much," I replied with a sweet smile.

Bhabhi, who had been quiet all this while, laughed.

"Puch kyu raha hai fir Saale?" Adhvait Bhai said, shooting me a nasty glare that I completely ignored.
(Why did you even bother asking?)

"Aap seedha jawab dedo warna bhabhi ki toh haan hai hi," I deadpanned, nodding toward Bhabhi, who gave me a thumbs up with a shrug.
(Reply properly or bhabhi has already approved.)

"Naina?" Bhai said, staring at Bhabhi in disbelief, his face full of betrayal.

"Ved," Bhabhi deadpanned.

I could not help but sigh as I watched them silently stare at each other.

"Fine. I approve," Bhai sighed.

That was my cue to shake hands with Bhabhi with a grateful nod, earning Bhai's betrayal for the second time that day.

"Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to prepare," I said, nodding to both Bhai and Bhabhi.

Leaving Bhai's office, I drove straight to the restaurant where Ayesha's best friends, Ritika and Jivika, were waiting.

"Hi, girls," I said, taking a seat across from them while they sat beside each other.

After they returned my greeting, I asked, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

"No. Um... we just arrived," Jivika replied, looking extremely awkward, which was understandable.

"You can call me Zeeshan, Jivika. Just talk to me the way you would talk to your older brother," I said, sliding the menu toward them. "My treat. Order whatever you want."

Ritika started looking through the menu first, and Jivika followed suit, nodding at me with a smile.

Once they placed their orders, they looked at me, silently asking the reason for the meeting.

"Okay, so..." I began, clearing my throat. "I am proposing to Ayesha."

Their eyes visibly widened.

Taking a sip of water, I continued, "And I know how much both of you mean to her. So I would love to have your approval before I propose."

For the next hour or so, they asked every silly, ridiculous, and weird question they could think of while eating their food.

I answered them patiently, but that patience wore thin as the questions became weirder everytime because what does, "If Ayesha wants to become a ghost, will you accompany her?" even mean?

"Initially, we hated you because our baby girl deserved better. But then you proved us wrong. She deserves better, and we know you will become that version of yourself without hesitation," Jivika said. Ritika nodded along.

Fair enough. I hate that version of myself too.

"Plus, you care for her, probably more than anyone else in this world. So we approve," Ritika continued with a smile, Jivika nodded beside her.

Fucking finally.

"Yes, initially I was an asshole. But thank you for trusting me once again. I promise I will never make you regret giving your best friend's hand to me," I replied sincerely and they smiled in response.

"Enjoy your dessert. It will be here shortly. And thank you for coming on such short notice," I said as I got up.

After they nodded, I left the restaurant, not before paying the bill and asking the staff to serve them two portions of their best dessert.

It was 2 p.m. I was meeting her at 4, so I drove back home, took another shower, and changed into my outfit for the proposal, a white polo shirt and white pants.

After getting ready, I drove to the florist. It was only a fifteen minute drive. I handpicked every flower for the bouquet and also bought some mixed petals of roses for the proposal spot, which I hid in the trunk of my car before driving to her house.

"Ready for the date?" I asked as soon as she answered my call while I parked my car next to hers in the driveway.

"Have you reached?" she asked. I could hear some shuffling on the other end.

"I'm waiting for you at the door," I replied, walking toward the front entrance with the bouquet in my hands.

"Coming," she said before ending the call.

Two minutes later, the front door opened, and she stepped outside looking absolutely ethereal. By God's grace, we were both dressed in white, but she looked like goodness itself, divine in white. I feared I might corrupt something so pure if I had touched her.

She smiled at me the moment she looked up. Her beauty silently mocked me, reminding me just how lucky I was to be standing in the same space as her.

My eyes noticed everything she had done differently for the first time. She had curled her hair, applied a darker shade of lip gloss, worn a sparkly necklace, and her nails were slightly longer than usual. I was pretty sure they called those nail extensions.

All in all, I could stand here and simply look at her for as long as I was allowed.

"Hi," she said softly, tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ear. Her cheeks were flushed pink, making her look unbelievably adorable.

Oh, my heart!

"Say something," she added, breaking my train of thought.

"Flowers for my lady," I said, offering her the bouquet. She accepted it with a bright smile.

"These are beautiful." Dull compared to you, if you ask me.

"Chale?" I asked, holding out my hand.
(Let's go?)

Ayesha's POV

"Chalo," I replied, putting my hand in his, having no idea where we were heading.
(Yes.)

Walking hand in hand with him, my eyes drifted to my outfit and my nails. The dress was beautiful, and I was not planning to wear it, but Ritika and Jivika had dropped by two hours ago with a nail stylist, saying they wanted to get their nails done with me, which was weird, but I let it slide.

I got my nails done in a basic nude shade, and they suggested I wear this dress because it was our first date after all that Karan Reddy fiasco and I should put extra effort into dressing up for him.

And because I wanted to dress up for him, I did.

Did I go overboard? Probably.

But was it worth it? Judging by his reaction, absolutely.

"A penny for your thoughts?" he asked, pulling me out of my train of thought.

"I was just trying to figure out where we are heading," I said, turning toward him as much as the seatbelt would allow.

"Well, there's only one way to find out." He shrugged innocently.

"Don't tease me," I exclaimed, smacking his shoulder. I was not sure if it hurt him, but at least it made him laugh.

"Oh God, do you know?" I asked. I was pretty sure my voice had gone ten octaves higher, but it did not matter. It was him.

"Know what, my jaan?" he asked, glancing at me.

"Ritika and Jivika dropped by. Not alone, but..." And then I spilled everything, leaving out the parts about putting in extra effort just for him.

"That's... crazy," he exclaimed, looking relieved for some reason.

"I know, but why are you..."

I could not continue because he suddenly leaned closer until there was barely any distance between us. His hand slowly traced mine in a painfully slow manner, and just when it became unbearable, I heard a soft click. My seatbelt was off.

"Relax," he whispered, his voice hoarse as if he was holding himself back.

Honestly, I was glad because I did not think I could have handled anything more than his mere closeness in the middle of nowhere.

Another click made my eyes follow the direction of his gaze toward a fluffy white blindfold.

"Wh..." Forming words was impossible to me, especially not when I was caged between his arms with his face only inches away from mine.

"Please." No explanation. No reason. Just one word.

And somehow, I was convinced enough to turn slightly and let him blindfold me.

"Only because I trust you with my whole life," I said patiently, letting him tie it.

"And that makes me the luckiest person alive," he replied, moving away only after placing a featherlight kiss on my forehead.

"Tie my seatbelt, Mr. Lucky Person," I said, leaning back comfortably.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied. The next moment, I heard another click and felt a soft kiss on my nose.

"Aren't you being extra touchy?" I narrowed my eyes, which I was pretty sure he could not see, so I also raised a finger, pointing... somewhere in his direction, I hoped.

"Aren't you being extra touchable? Lovable? Kissable?" he replied, placing another kiss, this time on my cheek.

"Stop it and drive," I said, covering my burning cheeks. I could practically feel how red they had become. In response, he simply laughed and thankfully continued driving.

"Pohoch gye?" I asked, supposedly fifteen minutes later.
(Did we reach?)

"It's been two minutes since I blindfolded you, Aayat," he replied with a chuckle.

Fine.

"Ab..."
(Now?)

"Again, it's only been five minutes since I blindfolded you," he interrupted.

"Fine," I sighed, looking out the window even though all I could see was darkness.

"Did we..."

"Not yet," he interrupted again.

"Fine. I'll just sleep," I huffed.

This blindfold was actually making me go bl... never mind. At least I had Zeeshan's hand in mine. I could just play with his ring.

Not realising when I actually fell asleep or when his hands slipped off my grip.

"We've arrived," he whispered softly from the other side, probably after opening my door. His hand gently caressed my head.

"I am going to pick you up. Don't squeal." The next thing I knew, he had swept me off my feet after unfastening my seatbelt, of course.

"And there we go, baby."

A few minutes later, I felt my feet touch the ground again. The only thing left was the blindfold over my eyes and my overwhelming curiosity.

"Are you planning to keep me blindfolded for the rest of the day?" I asked, staring into nothingness because all I could see was the fuzzy black fabric covering my eyes.

"Am I?" he asked with a soft chuckle.

"It smells so good. Can I take it off now?" I asked as he guided me forward.

"Just a minute, my jaan," he said softly. I could hear him moving things around.

"Don't tell me that when I take this blindfold off, you'll be on one knee with a ring in your hand," I joked while waiting for my cue.

"Open your blindfold," he chuckled. I could hear the smile in his voice.

The next second, the world was bright again, filled with warm sunlight and the most beautiful smile of my boyfriend, who was...

...on one knee.

With a ring.

I visibly gasped.

I was pretty sure I looked ridiculous doing that.

"You... what... this..." I could not form a single sentence. My brain had completely given up.

"Ayesha, my Aayat, I do not believe in rebirths. I don't even know if such a thing exists. Heck, I never even planned on falling in love." His voice softened into a whisper, just loud enough for me to hear.

"And then, in this very forest, a very sharp young girl asked for a lift." We both chuckled.

I was indeed pretty sharp for a college student.

"She walked into my life, and suddenly the only thing left on my mind was her. Even after we decided it was better to part ways and never speak about it again. And now, I cannot imagine my life without her. Without you.So, will you please give me the honor of being yours for the next seven births?Will you marry me, Miss Ayesha Mehra?"

The tears in my eyes blurred my vision, while his tears had already escaped as every moment of our journey flashed before my eyes and his, probably.

"Yes," I whispered softly as I knelt in front of him.

He rested his forehead against mine, reminding both of us that this was real.

"I love you so much that I am worried I might commit a few sins if you asked me to," I whispered, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

He chuckled and added, "I love you too. So much so that if you ever commit a few sins, I might just take the blame and go to jail on your behalf every single time."

"We are crazy," I laughed.

"Crazy in love with each other," he corrected, tucking that annoying strand of hair behind my ear.

Cheesy, but what is love if it's not cheesy enough to make any third person judge.

And thankfully in our case, it was just us and our cheesiness.

"Crazy in love with each other," I repeated with a chuckle.

"Come on. Your knees might start hurting." He said, holding out his hand as he stood up. Wordlessly, I slipped my hand into his as he pulled me towards him.

"Aren't you the same guy who called me a mistake he'd never repeat?" I teased, wrapping my arms around his neck. The ring sparkled under the sunlight, a beautiful reminder of the promise we had just sealed.

He pulled me closer, closing the remaining distance between us.

After placing a lingering kiss on my cheek, he whispered, "Sue me for falling head over heels for you, my jaan."

"Idiot," I chuckled, gently pushing him away.

That was when my eyes wandered around and took everything in.

The flowers.

The lanterns.

The unbelievably clean forest floor.

"This forest..." He interrupted.

"Yes. The same one where you asked us for a lift."

"Oh God... you cleaned this entire place just for the proposal?" I asked, feeling my heart melt a little more.

"I did, with Vidit's help." he replied with a shrug. "Let's take a walk?"

I nodded, slipping my hand into his as he led me toward the main road.

We walked in comfortable silence, trying to absorb everything that had just happened.

It felt surreal.

Yet it was our reality. Our beautiful reality.

"Now what?" I asked, looking at our intertwined hands. The ring shimmered softly beneath the evening sky.

He stopped walking and turned toward me. Leaning closer, he whispered,"Now we seal it with a kiss."

My eyes widened instantly, and I could feel my cheeks burning. Before I could even ask, "Wha..."

He interrupted by gently kissing my left ring finger where the ring rested, "I promised myself you deserve the best, and I intend to keep it that way.The next time I touch you romantically will be the day I make you mine in front of the whole damn world."

"And it won't be a long wait. That's my promise to you." He whispered the last part near my ear.

"Let's go back," I said, gently pushing him away while pretending not to notice how wildly my heart was racing.

He chuckled, saying "Oh, how I love seeing your face turn this shade of red."

I pointed a finger at him, giving him the fiercest glare I could manage, "Ladna Chahte ho?"
(Looking for an argument, are you?)

Hooking his finger with mine, he pulled me closer, "Meri itni majaal?"
(I wouldn't dare.)

"You are a lost cause," I sighed before walking back toward our little setup.

He followed, laughing, making me smile, but he did not need to know that.

"Sit down," I said, taking my seat. Zeeshan quietly obeyed and sat across from me.

For the next... I don't know how many minutes, or maybe hours, neither of us spoke.

We simply looked at each other and smiled. In the back of my mind, our entire journey replayed itself from the very first day until today.

We had come so far.

And I was endlessly grateful to God that we had.

"I love you," he mumbled softly, loud enough for me to hear.

His eyes mirrored mine. Both of us were in tears.

"I love you too," I replied.

We stayed there for a few more hours before deciding to head home.

I wanted to help him clean everything up, but one glare from him was enough to make me sit quietly like a passenger princess while he packed away the major decorations.

He planned to return tomorrow for the rest.

"I could have helped. It wasn't a big deal," I said as he drove away from the forest.

"There was no way I was letting you touch a single thing, Aayat," he replied, shaking his head.

"Fine," I sighed. There was no point arguing with him.

"Where are we going anyway?" I asked as he drove through unfamiliar streets.

"Your home," he replied. I nodded in understanding.

After about an hour, we finally reached home.

The silence was almost unsettling. Confused, I asked the guard uncle, but he had no idea either.

Sleeping was out of the question. It was only 10 p.m.

I asked Zeeshan if he knew anything, but he looked just as clueless as I was.

"Let's just go inside and see," he said.

Both of us walked in cautiously, ready to react if something seemed off. The moment we stepped inside, the lights came on.

Just as we were about to grab our shoes as weapons, familiar voices shouted,

"THEY ARE ENGAGED!" Startled, I looked ahead.

Standing there were both our families. Even Chachu, Chachi, Pari, Priyu Di, Jiju, Devesh Bhaiya, Bhabhi, our little one...

Everyone was there.

I blinked, trying to process what had just happened, only snapping back to reality when Zeeshan intertwined his fingers with mine.

"Wow," I muttered, causing Zeeshan to chuckle.

"I was the only one who was kept in the dark." I said, narrowing my eyes.

"You were the one I was proposing to, not them. Of course the surprise was meant only for you. Besides, if I hadn't told them, I wouldn't have been able to ask for their permission, and that wouldn't have been right." I nodded in understanding.

"Are you two not hungry, or are you planning to fill your stomachs just by whispering to each other?" Chachi asked, making us realize that we had indeed been whispering while completely ignoring everyone else.

"No, Chachi. We are starving. Right, Zeeshan?" I replied.

Zeeshan coughed before nodding, even though we had eaten pizza just an hour or two ago.

"Let's eat then," Chachu announced. Everyone followed him to the dining table.

Of course, I was sitting beside Zeeshan, whose face was as red as a ripe tomato, mirroring mine because of the extra attention we were getting.

"So, Eshu and Zeeshan, this is just a congratulatory dinner we organized for you both. The main event is tomorrow," Chachu said.

I looked around in confusion, waiting for someone to explain what he meant.

"Chhota sa hawan rakha hai tum dono ki lambi umar k liye," Zeeshan's Mumma clarified.
(We've organised a small hawan for you two.)

Thankfully.

"Aur agr tum dono chaho toh roka bhi kar skte hai tumhara," Chachi teased.
(And if you want, we can even get your roka done.)

Everyone nodded in agreement, all of them wearing teasing smiles.

I could feel heat creeping up my cheeks. Zeeshan was not doing any better.

"Haan fir kal roka karke, shadi ki dates nikalwa lete hai. Waise bhi ye dono toh kabse taiyar baithe hai," Viraya Di added.
(Yes, we can do their roka ceremony tomorrow and get the wedding dates finalized. It's not like these two can wait, anyways.)

I shot her a look that perfectly reflected the betrayal I was feeling at that moment.

"What do you think, Zeeshan and Ayesha?" Chachu asked, placing the spotlight firmly on us.

"Itni jaldi karne ki koi zarurat thodi hai, Chachu," Bhai spoke up for what felt like the first time all evening.
(There's no need to rush, chachu.)

"Adhvait bachhe, humari side se koi jaldi nahi hai. Ye dono jaisa chahenge waisa hi hoga. Tumhara bas chale toh tum toh Eshu ko lifetime ke liye apne paas sambhal kar rakho," Chachi replied, shaking her head at my overprotective brother. That was enough to silence Bhai.
(Adhvait beta there's no rushing from our side. We will do everything at their pace. And if it's up to you, you would want to keep Eshu with you for the rest of your life anyway.)

Now everyone's attention shifted back to us, waiting for an answer.

"However Zeeshan wants," I replied, casually passing the spotlight to him.

I was just glad I had managed not to stutter under everyone's gaze.

Zeeshan looked at me like a deer caught in headlights, completely bewildered by the pressure I had just dumped on him.

"You can do it," I whispered softly, patting his knee under the table.

"Let's have it my way then," he muttered before looking up.

"I am ready to officially tie myself to her tomorrow with all your blessings."

Oh God.

His response only made everyone's teasing smiles grow wider.

"You are so dramatic," I muttered, taking a sip of water while trying very hard to ignore everyone's eyes.

"Chalo bas bas. Bacho ko khana khane do. Tum log maan jao," Chachi laughed, looking at both of us as we actively avoided eye contact with everyone, all thanks to Zeeshan's response.
(Enough, let them eat, stop it everyone.)

"Tamatar ki tarah laal hogye hai bichare," she added.
(They are blushing profusely.)

That only made me want to dig a hole and hide inside it forever.

Thankfully, the family's attention shifted toward tomorrow's hawan and roka preparations. Meanwhile, the younger cousins got busy color coordinating everyone's outfits, leaving Zeeshan and me to deal with our embarrassment in peace.

"So this is it? You're Mrs. Zeeshan now?" he whispered, looking at me.

Leaning slightly toward him, I replied, "Abhi se maan gye? Abhi toh sirf fiancee hu."
(Accepted it already? I'm just your fiance right now.)

He shook his head at my teasing smile before mumbling, "Maine toh 2 saal pehle hi maan lia tha."
( I accepted it two years ago.)

My heart nearly stopped at his words.

It only got worse when he intertwined his fingers with mine in the gentlest grip possible.

I could not utter a single word to save my life. Heck, I could not even look at him without blushing, which was highly unlike me.

"Sharma rahe ho?" he asked. I did not even have to look at him to know he was wearing that mischievous smile.
(Are you shying away from me?)

"Chup raho," I muttered, pulling my hand out of his. Ignoring my protest, he held my hand again.
(Shut up.)

"Ek CBI Officer ko sirf uski biwi chup rehne ko bol skti hai, right? Wife?"
(Only a CBI officer's wife can silence him, right? Wife?)

"Jau mai?" I sighed, completely done with being rendered speechless by him.
( Do you want me to go?)

"Eat," he chuckled, gently pushing my plate toward me.

Giving him a side eye, I huffed and quietly resumed eating.

The rest of dinner passed by so quickly that I did not even realize when it was finally time to see Zeeshan and his family off.

After saying goodbye to everyone, we somehow ended up standing in front of each other.

Neither of us could stop smiling.

"Bye," I whispered, clasping my hands behind my back.

"Bye, Aayat," he replied, slipping his hands into his pockets.

"Kal officially meri ban jaogi," he said, leaning toward me just a little.
( You will be mine tomorrow, officially.)

"Intezaar rahega," I replied truthfully.
(I will be waiting.)

Then, just to get back at him for everything he had said at the dinner table, I quickly placed a soft kiss on his cheek before walking back toward Bhabhi, who was chatting with Viraya Di while sitting in the back seat.

Once the families finished discussing tomorrow's plans and exchanged the last few bits of conversation, Zeeshan's family finally bid us goodbye.

And, the moment I collapsed onto my bed, exhaustion took over, and I was asleep almost instantly.

The proposal location -

This is the closest I could get Gemini to generate from what I had in my mind, I hope you guys like it!