I Never Asked ..

Chapter 21

 Flourish your ideas,

Maybe in the future when you get time,

Those ideas will become outdated,

And you will be left with a deep debt of regret.

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Date to remember?

Misha's POV

My first date turned out to be a truly memorable experience. Karan, the man I had the pleasure of going out with, proved himself a complete gentleman. He arrived at my doorstep bearing a bouquet, assuring my father that he would take good care of me. He even went the extra mile, opening the car door for me with a chivalrous flourish.

Throughout the car ride, I couldn't resist the urge to pester him about our destination. Karan, however, maintained an air of mystery, merely hinting that it was a surprise. As the minutes ticked away during our hour-long journey, my relentless questioning yielded no results. Frustration eventually gave way to silence, with only a soft melody playing in the background.

When Karan finally brought the car to a halt, I was taken aback by the scene before me. It wasn't a fancy restaurant or an elaborately decorated tent; it was a beach house, a place of significance in my family's history.

I couldn't help but stare at the house, and it was only when Karan opened my car door and extended his hand that I realized tears had welled up in my eyes.

As I stepped out of the car, I was greeted by the sight of a beautifully adorned backyard, adorned with my favorite white roses.

"Wow," I exclaimed, overwhelmed by his efforts.

"You have tears in your eyes not just for the decorations, but also for the place I chose for our first date," Karan remarked.

"Indeed," I replied honestly. "I knew you'd love it," he said, extending his hand.

I took it, and he led me to a table set with all my favorite foods. I couldn't resist making a playful comment, saying, "If I get to enjoy this delicious food on all our dates, then we must go out more often."

"As you wish, Princess."

I blushed at his endearing response, and we both shared a laugh before savoring our meal.

'Mere rang mein rangne wali

Pari ho ya ho pariyo ki Rani

Ya ho meri prem kahani

Mere sawalon ka jawaab do, do na..."

The song above👆...

The strains of an old Bollywood song filled the air once our meal was finished. Karan rose from his seat, approached me, and knelt down, taking my hand. I watched in awe as he slipped a beautiful diamond ring onto my finger.

"Close your mouth, honey. This is a promise ring I've wanted to give you since the day you agreed to our marriage," he said, his eyes brimming with love.

My heart swelled with emotion as I whispered, "I love you," not intending for him to hear.

But to my surprise, he did hear me and responded, "I love you too, Mish."

We danced to the song playing in the background, and Karan shared more about his family. It was an enchanting evening, and in the end, we visited my mother, who had shown signs of improvement, according to the doctors.