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Gazing at the stars is truly an enchanting experience. For centuries, people have believed that the stars convey messages between people, and it's easy to see why. Each star, like a tiny point of light in the vast night sky, seems to twinkle with its own unique energy and secret. The moon, on the other hand, has always been associated with romance and love. It's said that when you're in love, you can see the face of your beloved on the moon.
Tonight, as I sit on my balcony, I find myself gazing up at that glowing orb, trying to find my pumpkin's face. A soft sigh escapes me as my heart swells with longing. I miss him so much, but we've decided not to talk or see each other before our engagement, following the old tradition of our ancestors. It adds a certain magic to the moment, knowing we are so close yet holding onto this sacred anticipation.
Tomorrow is my engagement, and as I sit here, I can't help but reminisce about the day I first properly met him. Our first meeting was awkward, to say the least, but that moment—when I first truly looked into his eyes during college—left an impression that changed everything. I had no idea that day that the man standing in front of me, Mr. Shekhawat, would one day become the love of my life. My pumpkin, my jaan, meri zindagi—my husband.
Flashback:
I felt a gaze on me, and when I turned around, I saw Mr. Stranger—now known as Mr. Shekhawat—looking at me. Surprisingly, his gaze didn't make me uncomfortable. Why? Why was I feeling this giddy, like butterflies were running a marathon in my stomach? When I turned to look at him, he quickly averted his gaze, but I was sure he had been staring. Oddly enough, I felt good under his gaze. Why was that? He's a billionaire, always surrounded by beautiful girls—why would he be interested in me?
Flashback ends.
That was the first time I saw his eyes, and I knew that I wanted to drown in them. So I did. Over time, the butterflies in my stomach grew into something more, something profound. And now, here we are. Tomorrow, I will be engaged to him.
