𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 ~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝟑𝟎. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝

Prisha pov.

I sat beside Krish in the car, my mind racing with apprehension. He had said it was important, that's why he needed me to accompany him, and I had agreed, but now I was filled with doubts. A strange, unsettling feeling gnawed at my heart, making my palms sweat.

Memories of Mr. Agniwanishi's words flooded my mind: "Don't go with Krish."
And stay awau from him " His warning echoed in my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. I recalled his intense gaze, his stern tone, and my skin crawled. Who he is to decided about my life ?
His possessiveness was suffocating, and I hated it.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I glanced at Krish, his eyes focused on the road ahead

As we stopped in front of a beautiful garden, Krish turned off the engine. He stepped out, walked around to my side, and opened the door. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I felt something in my heart

"

"Come," Krish said, his voice gentle and inviting, as he extended his hand towards me. I slipped my hand into his, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over me.

"I have a surprise for you," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. "Can you please close your eyes?"

My brow furrowed in curiosity, I asked, "Surprise for what?" My voice was laced with wonder and a hint of skepticism.

Krish's smile hinted at secrets and promises. "You'll get to know. Just close your eyes and trust me."

I couldn't resist his enthusiasm and the warmth in his voice. I shut my eyes, and he took my hand, leading me through the lush garden. The scent of blooming flowers and fresh grass filled my senses, transporting me to a serene world.

As we walked, the sound of chirping birds and soft music drifted through the air, building my anticipation. Krish's grip on my hand tightened, his fingers intertwining with mine.

We stopped, and Krish's hand slipped away. "Open your eyes," he whispered.

I obeyed, and my jaw dropped. Flowers rained down around me, petals of pink, red, and white dancing in the air. Before me lay a breathtaking garden decoration, a symphony of colors and lights.

My eyes widened as I took in the heart-shaped flower arrangement with the words "Will you marry me?" written in elegant script. The flowers seemed to shimmer, and the words appeared to pulse with emotion.

My gaze snapped to Krish, who knelt on one knee, his eyes locked onto mine. Shock waves coursed through me, mingling with a touch of guilt.

"Will you marry me, Prisha?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion and vulnerability.