In a world where love teeters on the edge of obsession, she clings to the man who has wounded her time and again. Her heart, bound by a love so fierce it consumes her, refuses to let go, even as he repeatedly falters. But beneath her unwavering devo...
With Sanna and Keyan's reconciliation, life took on a new rhythm. Their relationship wasn't perfect it never would be but the challenges they faced together made them stronger. Each new day brought a deeper understanding of one another, and their love grew, not from passion alone, but from patience, trust, and mutual respect...
Keyan's Proposal
A few months after they rekindled their relationship, Keyan began to think about their future. The thought of proposing had been on his mind for weeks. He didn't want to rush things this time; he wanted it to be perfect a moment that captured their journey, their struggles, and how far they had come.
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He planned a simple yet meaningful proposal. No extravagant surprises or public spectacles. He knew Sanna valued sincerity and intimacy more than grand gestures.
One evening, after a long day at work, Keyan invited Sanna to his apartment for dinner. The apartment was softly lit, filled with the aroma of her favorite dishes, and the night felt quiet and calm.
After dinner, they sat on the balcony, looking out over the cityscape, a bottle of wine between them. Sanna leaned her head on Keyan's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his presence.
Keyan shifted slightly and took a deep breath. "Sanna... I've been thinking."
"Hmm?" Sanna murmured, not realizing the significance of his words yet.
"We've been through so much both together and apart. And I know now, more than ever, that I don't want to go through life without you by my side." He turned to face her, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small box.
Sanna froze, her breath catching in her throat.
"Sanna Khurrana," Keyan said softly, opening the box to reveal a delicate ring. "Will you marry me?"
For a moment, time seemed to stop. Sanna's mind raced through every memory the highs, the lows, the heartbreak, and the healing. Tears welled up in her eyes, not from sadness but from the overwhelming realization that despite everything, she wanted this. She wanted him.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible at first. Then louder, more certain, "Yes, Keyan. I'll marry you."
Keyan slipped the ring onto her finger, and they shared a kiss under the soft glow of the city lights, the moment intimate and perfect in its simplicity.
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The months leading up to their wedding were filled with excitement, laughter, and just a bit of chaos. Sanna's friends teased her endlessly about finally settling down, while Keyan's friends were equally amused by his transformation from an obsessive, possessive lover to a grounded and thoughtful partner.
"Are you ready to become Mrs. Kapoor?" Sweta teased one day as they sat in Sanna's room, surrounded by wedding magazines and fabric swatches.
"Please, I've been Mrs. Kapoor in my head for ages now!" Sanna shot back, rolling her eyes playfully. "I just need to get used to saying 'I do' without giggling like a schoolgirl."
