Abhi burst out laughing, the sound of his deep chuckle filling the small space. Ratika's eyes widened, and she felt a flash of anger. But before she could say anything, Abhi leaned down, cupping her chin in his hand. "Sorry," he said, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "I didn't mean to laugh. It's just...do you really think I would leave you for someone else?"
Her pout deepened, and she looked away. "I know you say you love me," she murmured. "But it's hard to believe when there are so many...distractions."
Abhi leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning across her cheek. "Ratika," he whispered, his voice thick with passion. "Would it make you feel better if I made you my wife?"
Her eyes widened at the suddenness of the proposal, and she felt the room spin around her. "W-what?" she stammered, her heart racing in her chest. Was this a joke? A dream?
