"Siya," he whispered, his voice raw, almost breaking, "I bought this for you with my first salary... long ago." His fingers tightened slightly around the delicate lotus bracelet, his breath trembling as he continued. "To ask you something I've carried in my heart for years." His eyes locked with her , unflinching, fierce in their vulnerability. "Will you... will you accept me as your husband? Not for them. Not because of the world. But because you want me. Because you'll choose me...every day, every moment, for the rest of our lives."
She stared at the bracelet, then back at him, her gaze suddenly unreadable. Without a word, she moved off the bed, making him look momentarily lost, but she reached into her bag and pulled out something small, wrapped carefully in a piece of cloth.
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