❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞
In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that very moment, I swore to make her mine. Even if it meant faking m...
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Aary's Pov
We entered her room. It was just like her- warm, cozy, and super cute. The soft colors, the neat little details, everything felt comforting and familiar, as if the room held her presence.
I took a seat on the corner of the bed, trying to look relaxed, while she pulled the chair from her study table and placed it right in front of me. She sat down slowly, her fingers fidgeting with each other, clearly nervous and unsure of what to say first. My hands rested on my knees as I watched her, taking in the small details, the way she avoided my eyes, looking anywhere but me.
Where did that badass confidence, which made me apologise for suddenly?
I kept looking at her and she kept looking down. So I took the initiative to say something first, "So, you are going to plan our wedding too, right?"
Finally she looked up with a jerk and a little bit of blush. And then started laughing.
The most melodious sound I had ever heard. Something about it settled deep inside me, like it belonged there. In that moment, I knew it was going to be my favorite tune, the one I’d want to hear again and again.
After laughing for a moment, she finally looked at me and said, “Nice one.”
I raised my eyebrows, pretending to be confused, "What?"
"The joke."
I smiled slowly, not taking my eyes off her, "I wasn't joking."
She raised her eyebrows too, "We just met and you are asking me to plan our wedding?"
I shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world, "Okay, I'll ask about it again once our marriage is fixed."
She chuckled, shaking her head, "You are so sure that we will get married."
I shrugged again, "That, I am."
She smirked, amused, "Shouldn't we know each other first, if we are going to get married?"
I thought for a moment before nodding, "Okay. What do you want to know about me?"
She thought for a second, "Okay. I'll ask you your favourites you answer."
I chuckled, "Shoot."
"Umm. Favourite season?"
I answered, "Summer." She clapped her hands in excitement,"Mine too."
I narrowed my eyes at her, "Don't tell me it's because you get to eat as many ice creams as you can."
Her mouth turned into O, "Woah.-"
I cut in with a wink, "Then we love summer for the same reason." She laughed softly, the sound making something warm settle in my chest.
“Okay then,” she said, leaning back a little. “Favourite ice cream flavour?”
