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𝒜𝓇𝓈𝒽'𝓈 𝒫𝑜𝓋~

The night sky stretched endlessly above us, the city lights below flickering like distant stars. Mishka and I just beside each other. Her head leaned on my shoulder.

This is the same rooftop of her old college, where I had once knelt before her, offering her my heart but today I offered her the anklets that were passed down through generations in my family. I made her a promise tonight, a promise that will keep her out of danger.

I looked at my phone and it was already 10:30. Shit. Time flies with her.

Mishy, we have to go back, Mr. Basu must be worried. She groaned but nodded.

I took a step back, letting her walk ahead as we made our way back to the car. The air was cool against my skin, but there was warmth in my chest, knowing how far we had come. Her presence was like gravity, drawing me in with every step she took. And then, I heard it, the soft, rhythmic jingle that stopped me dead in my tracks.

Anklets. The same ones I had just given her, the ones I had promised her on that very rooftop. The sound was faint, almost ethereal, but unmistakable. I glanced down at her feet, watching the silver anklets glint under the streetlights as she walked ahead of me, her steps light and confident.

A rush of memories flooded my mind, her laughter, the sparkle in her eyes when I placed the anklets around her delicate ankle, and the hug we shared.

My heart thudded in my chest, heavy with the weight of everything those anklets represented. It isn't just jewelry, it's a symbol of everything I had promised her tonight. A life together. A future. And hearing them now, with each soft step she took, felt like a reminder that we had already started building that future, step by step.

I followed her, every footstep echoing in my mind, as the sound of the anklets seemed to pull me closer to her, reminding me of how much I had given her, and how much she had given me in return.

As we neared her apartment, I slowed the car, the familiar streetlights flickering outside. The warmth of her presence beside me felt like a perfect contrast to the cool night air. The soft sound of the anklets continued to play in my mind, a reminder of the promise I had made to her. I glanced at Mishka, her face lit by the streetlights as she gazed out the window, her fingers absently tracing the edge of her seat.

"Home sweet home." I said, trying to keep the mood light.

She chuckled, but there was something in her tone that told me she wasn’t quite finished with the topic that had been lingering in the air ever since we left the rooftop.

"So, what's the deal with your mom?"

I raised an eyebrow, half-expecting this question to come sooner or later.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to play innocent, but I knew exactly where this was going.

She turned toward me, a teasing glint in her eyes.

"You know what I mean. Are you seriously telling me she's going to be okay with... well, with us?" She motioned vaguely between us, a little nervous, but her voice carried an edge of curiosity.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, the playful atmosphere shifting into something more serious.

"Honestly, Mishka, I don't know. I mean, my mom is complicated. She's old-school, you know? She has this idea of the kind of person she wants me to be with. But I can't just follow her expectations, not anymore." I kept my gaze on the road, the familiar discomfort of the subject gnawing at me.