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----Ruhani's POV----

"So are you coming?" I asked Danish on the home.

It has been a month since the wedding. Danish and I had finally started to spend some more time together. Today was the day that I was going to tell him everything.

"I'm outside your house," he said.

I looked out the window and he wasn't.

"LIAR!" I said.

He showed up a few seconds later.

"I am outside!" He said.

"Now," I said.

I left my house and joined him.

"Looking good," I said.

"I'm always looking good," he said.

I rolled my eyes at that.

----Danish's POV---

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----Danish's POV---

We arrived at the restaurant.

I missed being on dates on with her. I know that she wasn't as upset as before. Even though she never told me, I knew that she had forgiven me.

I just want her to be my girlfriend again, above anything else.

The waiter came to take our order & once he left we started talking.

"I have to tell you something," she said.

I motioned for her to talk, since I was drinking my drink.

"I've been thinking and I'm ready to be married," she said.

I almost spit my drink out.

"Do you have someone in mind?" I asked.

She nodded.

Now, I was getting ready to leave.

"He's someone I met here. We used to be friends but I know that we want it to be something more," she said.

"Hhmm," I said.

"Aren't you going to support me?" She asked.

I didn't want to loose her & at the same time, I didn't want to look like a bad friend.

I just nodded.

"Your the best! I can't wait for mom to meet my future husband. Its gonna be the best!" She said.

I smiled seeing her happy.

"Does he keep you happy?" I asked.

"Yes," she said as our food arrived.

I had already lost my appetite but knew I had to eat.

She spent her time talking about the guy. I was happy to leave the restaurant, once we were done.

I'm going to have to tell her that I love her. I don't want it to be too late.

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