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"Tonight, it's all or
nothing, one last chance to lay
everything bare."
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˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆。˚ ❀I read the words over and over: "Then propose me!"
Adhiraj's handwriting was neat, precise, but those words... they carried a weight that I couldn't ignore. He actually wanted me to propose. The idea was sweet, sure, but the attention he was demanding? Unbelievable. He had returned the bouquet and card to my table at the restaurant a week ago, the first bouquet he's ever given back to me out of the 52 I had sent. Now he's got those 51 other bouquets stashed somewhere...I have no idea what he's doing with all those roses.
Since then, life has fallen back into its usual rhythm. My shop is running smoothly, and I've finally returned to work there instead of doing everything from home. Adhiraj still insists on his bodyguards shadowing me, but now they keep a safe distance, giving me a sense of freedom I hadn't felt in a long time. It's a balance protection without feeling suffocated.
One particular day, at night around 10 PM, I found myself at a local street stall with Adhiraj's favourite bodyguard, a couple of others, Ishita, and Rehan. We had somehow commandeered a long wooden table, the kind with mismatched chairs that creak when you sit down, and turned it into our own little party spot.
The air was filled with the mouth-watering scent of fried snacks and laughter. I couldn't help but grin as Ishita nudged me, gesturing to the steaming plates of momo in front of us.
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Mrs. Regal Rathore
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