Abhimaan singh is a very arrogant, cold and reserved person. Don't share anything with anyone. Very possessive about his things. he doesn't get any love in his childhood ( why will know in the story) that's why he became like this. But now his famil...
Mishti's breath hitched as she stepped onto the rooftop.. her eyes widening in disbelief at the scene before her.. The whole rooftop was decorated with balloons, fairy lights and her favourite flowers..
It was as if she had walked into a dream.. a private paradise where every detail spoke of love.. The soft glow of fairy lights hung like stars.. casting a warm, golden hue over the entire space.. Jasmine flowers, her absolute favorite.. were intricately woven into garlands.. their sweet fragrance filling the air.. Balloons floated gently, adding a playful, whimsical touch to the romantic setting.
The rooftop was transformed.. with a path made entirely of rose petals leading towards a single table in the center.. And there, at the end of the petal-strewn path, stood Abhimaan.. waiting for her.. He looked at her with a mixture of anticipation and warmth.. a single jasmine flower in his hand.
Mishti felt her heart flutter.. her emotions a chaotic whirl of disbelief, joy, and overwhelming happiness.. She took slow, hesitant steps towards him.. almost afraid that if she moved too quickly.. this beautiful illusion might shatter.. A wide, uncontrollable smile spread across her face.. her eyes locked onto Abhimaan's.
When she finally reached him.. still in a haze of awe, she managed to ask, "What's all this?" Her voice was soft.. filled with wonder and a hint of nervousness.
Abhimaan didn't answer immediately.. Instead, he gently took her hand.. his touch sending a shiver down her spine.. Then, in one smooth, graceful motion.. he lowered himself to one knee.. The sight of him on his knee.. looking up at her with such sincere love.. made Mishti's heart skip a beat.. She felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.
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"Mishti," he began.. his voice tender and filled with emotion.. "you've become the most important person in my life.. I can't imagine my life without you.. Will you be my girlfriend?"
For a moment.. Mishti felt the world stop spinning.. The shock of the beautiful decorations.. the unexpected proposal, and the sheer intensity of Abhimaan's gaze left her speechless.. But then, as his words sank in.. a rush of joy so profound surged through her that she thought her heart might burst.. With a smile that lit up her entire face.. she accepted the flower from his hand.. her voice barely more than a whisper, "Yes."
Abhimaan's face broke into a broad smile.. his eyes shining with happiness.. He stands up, gently takes the file from her hands and places it on the table clearing her hands.. Then, without another word.. he wrapped her in a tight embrace.. Mishti melted into his arms, her own hands clutching at his back as though she might never let go.. The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart against hers, made her feel safe, cherished, and utterly loved.
