As I came out of my room in the morning, the bell rang, and our house help, Atiya, opened the main gate. After a while, she entered the lounge with a large bouquet of red velvet roses.
The air filled with the sweet fragrance of the roses, and a warm smile spread across my face. I knew it was from him.
She handed me the bouquet, and I found a note inside that read, "A sweet reminder that I'll be at your door to pick you up at 7:30."
I handed the bouquet back to her and asked her to arrange them in a vase.
In the evening, a notification popped up on my phone—a text from him announcing his arrival while I was standing infront of the mirror in my room.
I came out of the house, wearing a sleeveless, coffee-brown leather midi dress with a scoop neck and medium straps, paired with a flounce at the bottom.
My chocolate-brown balayage hair was tied in a voluminous, textured updo, and I wore a brown coat over my shoulders, holding my phone in one hand.
As I came out of the house, a warm smile spread across his face, and he approached me quickly, extending his hand. I placed my hand in his.
"You're looking breathtakingly gorgeous," he said and kissed my hand.
I blushed instantly, and he opened the car door for me. We sat down, and the journey began.
As we reached our destination, he opened the car door for me again, offered his hand, and I placed mine in his.
We entered the building, took the elevator, and stopped at the top floor. His energy was so masculine that I found myself drawn to him, and I let him take the lead throughout the evening.
As we reached our table, which was situated close to the railing on the rooftop under the stars, he pulled out the chair for me. We settled in.
The atmosphere was filled with the aroma of food, and soft music played smoothly in the background as the table was set up with our meal. I was captivated by the city lights, taking in the peaceful view as the cool breeze blew gently.
I noticed him looking at me from the corner of my eye, and when I turned to him, he was waiting for me to notice him, holding an open box that showcased a sparkling ring.
I looked up at him with a question in my eyes, and he asked, "Will you marry me?"
"It's just our second meetup, Mustafa," I said, my eyes filled with wonder.
"I know," he replied.
"And I know that I want the rest of my life to be with you, to be around you. I love you, and I want to marry you. Will you marry me?"
I nodded, my eyes filling with tears, and moved forward my hand to him. He pulled out the ring from the box and put it on my ring finger, then kissed my hand.
I brought my hand close to me, glanced at it for a moment, and a little smile spread across my face.
And then, I gazed out at the city lights, my mind was still excited about the ring on my finger.
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