The proposal

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As the sun's golden rays spread across the hallowed grounds of Hebron Mission School,
illuminating the corridors with a warm glow, a soft tune drifted through the air, weaving its way into the hearts of all who heard it.

In an empty classroom, bathed in the golden light of dawn, a young boy sat with his guitar, fingers gently strumming the melody of "Tum Hi Ho," his soul pouring into each chord.
the sun's rays shining through the window, adding a magical touch to the moment.

Meanwhile, in the bustling chaos of the playground, where the echoes of laughter and chatter reverberated off the walls,a whirlwind of excitement brewed among the students

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Meanwhile, in the bustling chaos of the playground, where the echoes of laughter and chatter reverberated off the walls,
a whirlwind of excitement brewed among the students.

Gossip floated through the air like the scent of freshly baked samosas, drawing everyone's attention to the unfolding drama.

Into this lively scene stepped Mir Amaan, the school's charming playboy, a bouquet of flowers in hand.
With a playful grin, he approached a girl, his eyes sparkling with mischief and his lips curved into a smirk.

Anybody could tell that he was just playing around, nothing serious in his expression.

The girl, head bowed down, her hands and feet shaking with nervousness.
She didn't like all the attention she was getting because of Mir Amaan's antics, but there she was, right in the spotlight without wanting to be.
Every eye in the playground was on Hana Abaas, waiting eagerly to see what she'd do next.
She was just a simple transfer student who wanted to study peacefully in this new school.

She'd never bumped into Mir Amaan before, but she knew his gang, the ones who always gave off that rich-kid vibe wherever they went.

Despite their reputation, she'd never seen them as bad, thinking they were just lost in their own world, never bothering to bully anyone.

But all her illusions shattered when Mir Amaan cornered her and said he was going to propose to her in front of everyone.
He made it clear she had to say yes if she wanted to avoid any trouble and study in peace.

Mir Amaan's low, dominant voice echoes in Hana Abbas's ears, sweat beads formed on her forehead.

She was scared, no doubt about it.
She couldn't bring herself to meet anyone's eyes, and tears were almost brimming over.

She wasn't used to all this attention and gossip. She knew she had no choice but to agree, but fear gripped her mind, leaving her unsure of what to do next.

Mir Amaan looks around, seeing the entire school gathered as per his plan.
With a gulp of saliva, nerves coursing through him, he runs his hand through his hair.

Then, holding the bouquet in his right hand, he sits on one knee and looks directly into her eyes as she stands with her head bowed.

Their eyes meet, and it feels like the world around them has stopped, as if they are standing on a revolving object.

The surrounding noise gradually fades away, leaving just the two of them in their own bubble.

Mir Amaan's heart was pounding heavily, and so was Hana Abbas's, but for different reasons.

Mir Amaan feared the humiliation of being rejected in front of the whole school.

while

Hana Abbas's heart was pounding out of fear that the person sitting on one knee in a dramatic fashion might harm her in some way.

With clenched jaws, Mir Amaan gestures towards his right hand.

Hana,  places her quivering lips between her teeth and with shaking hands, takes the flowers from his hand, and a single tear falls on her cheek.

Mir Amaan: "To, kya kahti hai Aap, Hana?
Ready to embark on this wild adventure with me?"

He winks at her after delivering cheap dialogues maintaining eye-contact with self satisfaction expression..

With a gleam in his eyes and a proud, victorious smile, he stands up, glancing at some guys to his right, as if to say, "Look, I did it."

Then, he approaches Hana from the side,  grabbing her shoulders and whispers softly in her ear
"Yarr, wipe those tears na
your tears are tugging at my heartstrings,"

Hana looks up at him  , who says, "Smile," wiping away her tears, but by then, there had been so many flashes and clicks that her eyebrows arch and she looks towards her left shoulder where Amaan's hand was,  touching her shoulders, . She looks back at Mir Amaan, who had moved aside but still wore that awful smile that felt like poison to her.

Hana clenched her fist as she saw all the cameras pointed at them. Furious, she looked at Amaan standing next to her, and then a Jhannatedar slap echoed through the playground. Silence fell everywhere, and everyone's mouths were left open in shock.

"Oh my God, Mir Amaan got slapped!"

The words echoed in Mir Amaan's ears , and then he finally realized what had happened.


"Wowww, what a jhanatedar thapar!" another voice came out of the crowd, boiling Amaan's blood.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 10 ⏰

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