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Flashback:
"I won't cook for you." She huffed.
"I will cook for both of us." He smirked.
"I want to live alone with my husband. No joint family." She whined.
"I want that too." He smiled, shrugging.
"I don't want to give birth to kids." She said suggestively.
"We'll adopt one." He winked.
"I want a husband who loves me." She pouted.
"That would eventually happen. Don't worry." He said with a smug look.
"I want to work after marriage." She said firmly.
"Of course you will do. Do you think of me as a man who won't let his wife work after marriage?" He exasperated.
Her dark brown eyes finally met his black ones. They were hidden behind his black messy hair that were falling on his forehead as he had run his hand through them hundreds of times. It was hard to find those because of his thick hair, but she finally found her way.
His hands were adjoined between his thighs as his legs were parted away due to them sitting on the stairs. She was on the support of the wall while he was in support of railing.
"Tell me one thing, Anaisha, what exactly is the problem in you marrying me?" He finally questioned, looking at her with raised eyebrows.
"Because it's weird, Vivaan. I am scared. She was scared about marrying a man who was my classmate and how I would have to spend the rest of my life with him." She breathed out, shaking her head in frustration.
"Is this reason enough for you denying our marriage proposal? Come on, tell me. All I have been listening to for two weeks is you giving me these childish reasons. One valid reason, and I won't pressure you." He declared, raising his hands in surrender.
"Don't think I don't know that these reasons are childish. It's just that I had never imagined you as my life partner. Like, who can even imagine that you'll marry me someday when in school time you used to make fun of me playing volleyball. Or that I had these big spectacles which you always teased me about. You even ate my lunch so many times when you were my bench partner." She shook her head.
"Are you complaining about what all I did to you when we were kids or telling me that you're saying no in a way?" He asked with raised eyebrows directed towards her.
"I don't know." She mumbled, cheeks red due to embarrassment.
"Do one thing. Hug me." He said all of a sudden.
"Huh?" She asked, dumbfounded.
"Just do it, na." He encouraged opening his arms.
And with she wrapped her dainty arms around his comparatively big frame, she felt awkward at first. Their hug was awkward. She could feel his manly cologne that she'd discovered when they first met after so many years, that too for a marriage proposal. And then she felt him wrapping his arms around her lean frame, and she relaxed in return, now hugging him freely.
