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"Our wedding vows." He said smiling as if he just cracked a joke.

Is he for real? Is he hearing himself?

"What do you mean?" I said almost choking on the air. He simply blinked and with a small smirk forming on his lips, he lightly shook his head and extended his hand towards his face, taking off his glasses.

And folding it, he kept aside on the table and then he looked at me again but this time leaning towards my face.

He then suddenly pulled back and stood up from the couch. Walking towards the his desk, he bent down a little and pulling a drawer, he pulled out a red document file.

He then kept the file on the desk, carefully closing back the drawer. Then he opened the file and plucking out few pinned papers, he closed the file and keeping it in one corner of the desk.

He again started walking towards me and once he sat back in his seat, he kept the papers on the table. And again started leaning towards me.

I thought he would kiss me but instead he kept his head on my shoulders and inhaled my scent. What is he, a dog?

"I adore this scent because of you, little flower." He said huskily while he brushed his nose against my exposed skin. All the while, I could only bit my lips to not utter a sound.

"Will you answer me?" I asked him quite angry on his action. Even though, I loved it in the deeper section of mine.

"What I mean is that, will you marry me?" He said enwrapped his arm around my waist and pulled in closer to his face.

While with his other hand, he pointed towards the papers kept on the table and when I looked at them, my breath got stuck in my throat.

The papers were none other than marriage contract. With our names mentioned below to sign it.

Marriage contract? He is serious?

Okay, wait what? Marriage? With him? With a Britisher? One who torments my people? One who also choked me once. One who leaves no chance to torment me. One who nearly killed a man because of me. I am not a fool to marry a Britisher. My chest was rising up in anger because of it but more than anger, I was confused.

"Are you proposing to me?" I asked him geniunely confused about his goal. But the smirk only grew wider when he said,

"I am asking for your permission. You see little flower, I am a lovestruck man, I don't want to lose my beloved by any means. So I want to ask you first before marrying you." He said and rested his forehead on mine while he looked directly into my eyes.

"And don't you love me too?" He had warmth in his blue eyes while he looked at me as if he was geniune about his feelings.

Love him? Do I?

I think I...I don't know.

Why is it that I am a fool when it comes to love? I've never been in love with anyone so I don't know how it feels like. But maybe I do love this man.

I mean there's nothing for me to loose if I were to marry him. And part of me felt guilty for making out with him without even marrying him.

Those incidents, those kisses and those little steamy moments, if got out then not only his but also my dignity will be questioned. It's not the 21st century, I should have thought deeply about it.

But apart from that, if I were to see if I love him that I would rather say, I think I do. Not much but my heart beats faster when he's in front of me so that counts, right?