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Noor wandered aimlessly through the crowded mall, lost in thought. Her heart still ached for Reyansh, despite everything that had happened between them.
The silence, the distance, the hurtâit all felt unbearable. She had tried to move on, tried to ignore the lingering feelings for him, but no matter how hard she tried, they wouldn't go away.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, but she ignored it. She couldn't face anyone right now, least of all him.
She kept walking, hoping to lose herself in the bustling crowds, but she couldn't escape the heaviness that weighed on her chest.
Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. She turned and caught sight of Reyansh, his eyes following her.
He looked as if he hadn't slept in days. The same conflicted expression was still there, mixed with pain and regret.
She stopped, but before she could speak, there was a loud bang. Chaos erupted in the mall.
People screamed and began to flee, pushing each other in a mad scramble to escape.
Noor froze in terror, her mind racing. She heard another gunshot, and everything around her seemed to blur into a haze.
In an instant, Reyansh pushed her out of the way. She felt herself thrown to the side, her body crashing against a wall.
But before she could process what happened, she saw him fall, his body collapsing to the ground. He had been shot.
"Anshh!" she screamed, rushing toward him. She tried to help him, but his blood was everywhere, and he was barely conscious.
His face was pale, his breathing shallow.
Reyansh coughed, his hand weakly reaching out for her. "Noor..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.
"No! Don't talk, Ansh. Just hold on, please," she cried, her hands pressing against the gunshot wounds.
Blood seeped through her fingers, and panic spread through her entire being. He had been shot three timesâonce in the chest, once in the shoulder, and once in his leg. His condition was critical.
"Please, Ansh. Don't leave me," she begged, her voice breaking.
His lips formed a faint smile, despite the pain. "I... I'm sorry," he managed to say, his eyes locking with hers. "I didn't mean to hurt you..."
"No, no, please don't say that! I'm so sorry, I was wrong," she sobbed. "You're going to be okay, I'll make sure of it. Just hold on for me."
But his breathing was getting weaker, and she could see the life slipping from him.
A few bystanders rushed over, but Noor barely noticed them as she clung to Reyansh.
Her mind was racing, heart pounding. "Somebody help! Please!" she screamed.
Paramedics arrived moments later, taking Reyansh away in a stretcher.
Noor followed in the ambulance, her heart aching with every passing second.
The whole time, her mind kept replaying the moment he had pushed her out of harm's way. He had taken the bullets for herâthree of them.
And now, he was fighting for his life.
At the hospital, Noor was a mess. She paced the hallway, wringing her hands.
Her father and Rohan's family arrived soon after, their worried faces giving her little comfort.
She couldn't stop crying. The thought of losing Reyansh was unbearable.
The hours dragged on. Finally, a doctor emerged from the operating room, his face grave.
"Is he going to be okay?" Noor asked, her voice shaky, her hands trembling as she clutched her father's arm.
The doctor shook his head. "His condition is very critical. We managed to stop the bleeding, but the bullets were too close to vital organs. We can't be sure he'll survive. We've done everything we can, but... it's in his hands now."
Noor collapsed in a chair, her hands covering her face.
This was all her fault. She had pushed him away, and now, in his final moments, she had nothing left to give him.
Her father tried to comfort her, but she couldn't hear him.
She was too lost in her own guilt, the overwhelming grief of seeing Reyansh like this.
Minutes turned into hours, and every second felt like an eternity. Then, without warning, Noor's vision blurred.
Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed into Rohan's arms, fainting from the emotional and physical toll of everything happening around her.
She couldn't stay awake. The exhaustion, the guilt, the fearâit was too much. She slipped into unconsciousness, not knowing what would happen to Reyansh.
When she woke, the hospital room was quiet. She blinked and tried to focus, but everything felt disoriented. Her body ached, and her throat was raw from crying.
She looked around, and that's when she saw itâthe empty chair beside her. Reyansh wasn't there.
She rushed to the hallway, searching frantically for any sign of him.
Her heart dropped as she saw a nurse coming out of a room. "Where is he?" she asked urgently.
The nurse looked at her with sorrowful eyes. "I'm sorry, but... his condition worsened. We tried, but we couldn't save him."
Noor's entire world came crashing down around her. She collapsed against the wall, her legs unable to hold her up. "No... No, he can't be gone. He can't be... He saved me... He can't be gone..."
Her heart felt as though it had been ripped from her chest. She had been given a second chance, a chance to make things right.
But now it was too late.
The man she loved was gone.
Noor's eyes fluttered open, her heart racing as panic gripped her.
She shot up from the hospital bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The memories of Reyansh, his blood, his condition, the terrorâit all came rushing back.
"Reyansh!" she shouted, her voice breaking. "Where is he? Is he okay?" Her hands gripped the sides of the bed as she tried to stand up.
A nurse rushed over to her, her face filled with concern. "Calm down, Miss Noor. He's fine. The doctors are observing him right now. He's stable," she reassured her softly.
Noor's breath hitched in disbelief. The weight of the last few hoursâwhat had seemed like a nightmareâstarted to feel like a distant memory.
She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her mind. She had to believe it. Reyansh was alive. He was going to be okay.
Tears welled up in Noor's eyes as she slumped back into the bed.
The guilt and fear that had consumed her for so long seemed to fade into a soft, overwhelming relief.
She closed her eyes, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
It was finally evening when the door opened, and the doctor stepped into the room with a kind expression on his face.
"Good news," he said with a smile.
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"Reyansh is doing much better now. His vital signs are stable, and we've managed to control the bleeding. We're still monitoring him, but we believe he's out of danger."
A wave of relief washed over Noor's body, and she felt a knot in her stomach loosen.
Her heart swelled with gratitude, but at the same time, she couldn't ignore the overwhelming guilt that still lingered. She had hurt him so much, and here he was, fighting for his life.
Reyansh's mother, who had been standing nearby, clutched her hands in prayer, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
She turned to Noor with tears in her eyes. "Thank you, thank you for being with him," she said, her voice trembling. "You don't know what this means to us."
Noor nodded silently, but her gaze never left the doctor. She had to see him, to make sure for herself that he was okay.
"Doctor," Noor began, her voice shaky, "can I meet him? Just for a few minutes?"
The doctor gave her a reassuring smile. "Of course. Just be gentle with him, he's still recovering."
Noor stood up slowly, feeling the weight of her emotions. She walked down the sterile hospital hallway, her heart pounding in her chest.
Each step felt heavier, but she knew she had to do this. She had to be there for him, just as he had been there for her.
She reached the door to his room, her hand hovering over the handle. She took a deep breath and opened it quietly, stepping inside.
Reyansh lay unconscious in the bed, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
His chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, and his face was pale, but there was a peacefulness about him that calmed Noor's nerves.
She approached his bedside slowly, her heart aching at the sight of him.
"Ansh," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible. "I'm here... I'm so sorry for everything."
She pulled a chair closer to his bed and sat down, never taking her eyes off him.
She reached out to gently take his hand in hers, her fingers brushing against his cold skin. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I never wanted any of this to happen. Please, wake up. I need you."
Tears began to spill from her eyes, and she fought to hold them back.
The guilt, the fear, everything seemed to come crashing down on her in that moment.
But deep down, she knew she still loved himâdesperately, wholeheartedly. She couldn't imagine a life without him.
She stayed by his side, holding his hand, praying silently that he would wake up and that she could make things right.
Hours passed, and the room remained quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of the machines that monitored his condition.
But Noor didn't leave. She couldn't. Not when he needed her the most.
And then, as if responding to her silent pleas, Reyansh stirred.
His fingers twitched slightly, then his eyelids fluttered open, revealing his tired, but familiar gaze.
He blinked a few times, as though trying to adjust to the reality around him.
Noor's breath caught in her throat. "Ansh?" she whispered again, her voice trembling with emotion.
She squeezed his hand gently, desperate to make sure he was truly awake.
He turned his head slowly, and his lips curled into a faint, painful smile. "Noor..." he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Noor's heart soared. He was awake. He was going to be okay.
Tears filled her eyes as she smiled through them. "You're okay," she breathed. "You made it. You're fine."
Reyansh's smile faded slightly, and his eyes grew distant, almost as if he was still lost in his thoughts.
"I... I'm sorry for everything, Noor," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I never meant to hurt you. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I... I was wrong."
Noor shook her head, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "No," she said softly,
"it wasn't just you. I made mistakes too. I hurt you, I pushed you away, and I didn't trust you when I should have."
Reyansh closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath, clearly exhausted but still trying to process everything.
"Noor," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I never stopped loving you."
Noor's breath hitched as she leaned in closer. "I never stopped loving you either, Ansh," she whispered back, her voice thick with emotion.
Reyansh squeezed her hand weakly, and a flicker of hope sparkled in his eyes.
Despite everything that had happened, despite the pain they had caused each other, the love they shared still lingered.
And in that moment, Noor realized that maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other.
>
Days passed, and Reyansh slowly started to recover from the gunshot wounds.
His body was bruised, bandaged, and fragile, but the light in his eyes returned.
It was a slow process, but with each passing day, the doctors were more and more optimistic.
The man who once exuded power, control, and confidence was now learning to navigate life with patience, dependence, and healing.
But through it all, he had Noor by his side, and that made everything feel a little more bearable.
Noor hadn't left his side. She spent every waking moment by his hospital bed, whether it was comforting him when the pain became unbearable or simply sitting in silence, offering her presence.
Her guilt was still fresh, but seeing him gradually wake up and regain strength gave her a glimmer of hope.
Reyansh's family, who had been devastated by the events, began visiting him regularly as well.
His mother, though still wary of the relationship between Noor and Reyansh, couldn't deny the connection between the two.
Every time Noor walked in, her face full of relief and love, the tension in the room seemed to ease.
His father, who had never supported Reyansh's decisions, now looked at him with a mix of concern and pride.
"How are you feeling today, son?" Reyansh's father asked one morning, a hand resting gently on his shoulder.
The family had gathered at the hospital room, taking turns to support him.
Reyansh let out a small sigh. "Better. I don't feel like I'm going to fall apart anymore," he joked weakly, though the strain was still visible in his eyes.
"I don't know how much longer I can stand these hospital walls though."
Noor smiled softly, sitting on the edge of his bed, her hand resting on his.
She had been a constant presence, offering him warmth and care when he needed it most.
She hadn't spoken much about the past or their troubled history; she was simply thereâholding his hand, supporting him, waiting for him to heal, both physically and emotionally.
"Everything will be okay, Ansh," Noor whispered, squeezing his hand.
"You're getting better each day. Soon, you'll be out of here."
His eyes met hers, and there was a moment of unspoken understanding between them.
The hurt of the past still lingered, but in this quiet space, there was only the calm of being with someone who cared.
As the days passed, Reyansh's body grew stronger. The doctors were impressed by his recovery, and soon, they started talking about his discharge from the hospital.
But even as his body healed, the emotional scars remained. The wounds from his past, from his obsession, from the mess he had madeâthose would take much longer to heal.
Noor remained a constant, though.
He had thought he would never feel her presence again after everything that happened, but there she was, showing him what forgiveness could look like.
Reyansh's mom watched this transformation quietly. She had always been protective of him, but seeing the way Noor cared for her son made her heart soften.
She had always known how deeply Reyansh loved Noor. She also knew how much Noor had suffered.
But now, watching them both together, she realized that maybe this was the time for them to rebuild.
Noor and Reyansh had conversations, small ones, over the days. At first, they didn't delve too deeply into the past.
But slowly, they started opening up. Reyansh apologized for everything he had done, for hurting her, for letting his anger cloud his judgment.
Noor, in turn, explained her fears, her past mistakes, and her longing for something she had almost lost.
One evening, as the sun was setting outside the hospital room, Noor finally found the courage to say what had been on her mind for so long.
"Ansh," she said quietly, her voice steady but full of emotion, "I never wanted to hurt you. I know that I made mistakes too, but I've always loved you. I've always believed in us."
Reyansh turned his head, his eyes meeting hers. The vulnerability in his expression was clear.
He wanted to respond, but the words felt heavy in his chest. His heart was still in turmoil, but the love for her was undeniable.
"I know," he whispered. "I don't think I've ever stopped loving you. I was just so blinded by my own anger and pride... I didn't see the truth. But now... now I see everything clearly."
Tears welled up in Noor's eyes. She had wanted to hear those words for so long. And now, after everything, she finally could.
Reyansh smiled faintly, but it was a smile filled with sincerity. "I'm sorry, Noor. I'll make things right. I'll fix everything."
Noor shook her head, a small, bittersweet smile on her lips. "We'll fix it together."
And for the first time in a long while, Reyansh felt hope.
It was fragile, but it was thereâa chance to start anew, a chance to rebuild everything they had lost.
The road ahead would be challenging, full of moments of doubt and fear.
But Reyansh and Noor were ready.
They had both suffered, but they had also learned, grown, and realized that love, when nurtured, could heal even the deepest wounds.
Reyansh's recovery was just the beginning of a new chapter.
It wouldn't be easy, but they were ready to face it together.
And for the first time in a long while, Reyansh allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, they could find happiness again.
>
Reyansh had been home for a few days now, the bruises on his body had faded, but the emotional scars were still fresh.
It was a strange feeling for himâhe had always been in control, always so sure of himself, but now he was more vulnerable than he had ever been.
And yet, in this vulnerability, there was a sense of liberation.
Noor had stayed by his side, attending to him in a way that only someone who truly cared could.
He could see the weariness in her eyes, the exhaustion from all the late nights and the constant worry, but there was also an unwavering determination.
She hadn't left him, not once, not even when he was at his lowest.
It was a new kind of peace that they were building together.
They didn't rush to fix everything in one day. They took small stepsâsmall moments of healing, of understanding.
And for the first time in a long time, Reyansh realized that maybe love wasn't about grand gestures or fights; maybe it was about simply being there for one another, no matter how messy things had been in the past.
Noor had always loved him. That much was clear now. And as he sat on the balcony of his penthouse, looking out at the city, he knew that he had a chance to rebuild everything that had been broken.
He wasn't sure if it would work, if they would ever truly heal from everything they'd been through, but the possibility of it, the thought of starting over with Noor, made him feel something he hadn't felt in yearsâhope.
It was late in the evening when Noor walked into the room, holding a cup of tea.
Her eyes were still soft, but there was a new light in them, a light that wasn't there before.
Reyansh smiled at her, his heart swelling as she approached.
"I brought you some tea," she said, setting the cup down on the table beside him. "You haven't been sleeping much. You need rest."
"I'm fine," Reyansh replied, though he knew that wasn't true.
He hadn't been fine for a long time, but he was trying. Trying to get back to some semblance of normalcy.
Noor sat beside him, her eyes studying him for a moment before she spoke again.
"Ansh," she said softly, her voice full of care, "I know it's been difficult, but you have to take care of yourself. We can't fix everything in one day, but we're making progress. Slowly, but we are."
He nodded, the weight of her words sinking in. "I know. I know, Noor. I just... I feel like I've messed up so much. And I'm not sure I can make it right."
Noor gently placed her hand on his, her fingers warm against his skin.
"You don't have to make everything right all at once. You're already doing the most important thingâyou're here, trying. We'll do it together. We don't have to rush."
Her words wrapped around him like a warm blanket, soothing his restless heart.
He had been so focused on his own mistakes, his own guilt, that he hadn't stopped to think about what they could still build together. He hadn't stopped to think about the future.
"Do you think... we can really start over?" he asked quietly, almost as if he was afraid of the answer.
Noor met his gaze, her eyes filled with honesty and love. "I don't know what the future holds, Ansh. But I know that I want to try. And I believe that we can. One step at a time."
Reyansh exhaled a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. It wasn't going to be easy.
There would be hurdles and challenges, moments of doubt. But for the first time in a long time, he was ready to face them, not alone, but with Noor by his side.
The road ahead wouldn't be perfect, but it would be theirs.
Noor smiled at him, and in that smile, he saw a future he had almost lost hope inâa future where they could both heal, grow, and maybe, just maybe, find their way back to the love they once had.
The next few weeks were filled with small, tentative steps. Reyansh continued his recovery, slowly regaining his strength.
He spent more time at home, with Noor, learning to balance work and life, and most importantly, learning to balance his heart.
The guilt still lingered, but it wasn't as suffocating as it once had been. He was learning to forgive himself, to let go of the anger that had ruled him for so long.
Noor was patient with him, understanding that healing took time.
She encouraged him to talk about his fears, his regrets, but she never pushed him. She knew that he had to take it at his own pace.
And as the days went by, Reyansh found himself doing something he hadn't done in a long timeâlaughing.
He laughed at silly things, at jokes Noor made, at moments that felt light again.
Slowly, the tension between them dissolved, and with it, the walls that had once kept them apart.
One evening, as they sat together on the balcony, Noor looked out at the sunset, the orange and pink hues painting the sky.
She had always loved this view, the beauty of the city as the day turned into night.
"This place... it feels different now," she said quietly.
Reyansh looked at her, his gaze softening. "How so?"
"It feels like home," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like everything is finally starting to fall into place."
Reyansh smiled, the weight of her words settling in his heart.
He had spent so long running from the past, from the things he had done, but now, with Noor, he was ready to face it all.
Ready to let go of the pain and the anger and to rebuild something new, something beautiful.
For the first time in a long time, Reyansh felt like he had a future worth fighting for. And it was a future that included Noor.
Together, they would heal.
Together, they would rebuild.
Together, they would face whatever came their way.
And maybe, just maybe, they would find their way back to love.
>
The office was quiet, the hum of computers and occasional phone calls filling the background.
But in the midst of it all, there was an unexpected soundâa soft chuckle that broke the silence.
Noor looked up, a surprised smile spreading across her face as she saw Reyansh standing near her desk, shaking his head slightly.
"What?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes.
"You..." Reyansh started, a smirk forming on his lips. "I thought you were a professional. How could you leave the printer jammed like that?"
Noor blinked in mock disbelief. "Excuse me? You're the one who forgot to refill the paper. You can't just blame me for your mistakes," she teased, leaning back in her chair.
Reyansh's grin widened as he crossed his arms, clearly amused. "You're lucky I'm a forgiving boss. But seriously, I don't know how you manage to get into so many misadventures."
Noor rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "It's called being efficient," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I do it all to keep you on your toes."
The playful back-and-forth continued, and for the first time in a long time, they both felt at ease.
The tension that had once defined their interactions was gone, replaced with a lightheartedness neither of them had expected.
Noor couldn't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within her.
Reyansh's laughter joined hers, and for a brief moment, it felt like the weight of everything that had happened between them didn't matter.
They weren't the broken, distant people they'd been just a few weeks ago. They weren't the people carrying the ghosts of their past mistakes.
Instead, they were two people sharing a moment of genuine happiness, of mutual understanding.
"I can't believe you're actually laughing," Noor said between giggles, still trying to catch her breath. "You always look so serious."
Reyansh smirked again. "Well, I do have a reputation to uphold," he said, tryingâand failingâto keep a straight face. "But I guess you're rubbing off on me."
Noor raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with a teasing expression. "I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing."
Reyansh's eyes twinkled as he stepped closer. "Trust me, Noor," he said with a grin, "it's definitely a good thing."
They both fell into laughter again, the kind of laughter that came from a place of comfort and trust.
It wasn't forced, nor was it something they had to try for. It was just natural, a moment of genuine joy shared between them.
As the laughter faded, they both looked at each other, their smiles still lingering. For the first time in a long time, they felt... normal.
The hurt and misunderstandings that had clouded their relationship seemed distant now.
There was something about this moment, about sharing a laugh together, that made it feel like everything might actually be okay.
Reyansh ran a hand through his hair, his smile softening. "I forgot how much I missed this," he admitted quietly.
Noor met his gaze, her heart fluttering slightly in her chest. She smiled back, a warmth spreading through her.
"Me too," she whispered. "It feels good to just... laugh."
For a brief moment, everything else seemed to fade away. The world outside, the expectations, the worriesâit all melted into the background as they shared this simple moment together.
It wasn't the resolution of all their problems, but it was a start. And sometimes, that's all you really needed.
They stood there for a few more seconds, the comfortable silence stretching between them.
Finally, Reyansh cleared his throat, his tone light. "So, about that printer..." he said, causing Noor to roll her eyes in mock exasperation.
"No more excuses, Reyansh," she shot back with a grin. "You're fixing it. I've had enough of your 'professional' ways."
Reyansh chuckled as he held up his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. I'll fix it. But only because I like to keep things... efficient."
Noor laughed again, the sound echoing through the office.
For the first time in a long while, things felt right. They were finally starting to healâtogether.
>
It was a quiet evening at the Malhotra residence. The house, always elegant in its decor, felt unusually calm.
Reyansh sat across from his parents, his father reading through some business papers while his mother was flipping through a family album.
The conversation seemed like it would drift back to business, just as it usually did. But tonight, there was something different in the air.
Reyansh's mother, Mrs. Malhotra, broke the silence, her tone warm yet firm. "Ansh," she began, looking up from the photo album,
"we've been talking, and we want to know... are you ready to marry Noor?"
Reyansh stiffened slightly, his mother's question unexpectedly direct.
He set his glass of water down on the table and looked at her. His mind briefly flashed to the countless moments he had shared with Noor, the laughter, the healing, the challenges.
His heart had already made up its mind a long time ago, but he needed to say it out loud.
"Yes, Mom," Reyansh answered, his voice steady. "I'm ready to marry Noor."
His mother's eyes lit up with a proud, almost relieved smile.
"I knew you'd come to this decision. You've both been through so much, and you belong together. It's time, Reyansh."
Reyansh nodded, his eyes narrowing in thought. His mind then shifted toward the other important matter.
"But there's one thing I need to do first. Before I propose, I need to speak with her parents and apologize to them."
The room grew quiet at his words, his father, Mr. Malhotra, lifting his head from the papers he'd been reading.
Mrs. Malhotra raised an eyebrow, her expression one of curiosity. "Apologize?" she asked, leaning forward. "For what?"
Reyansh sighed, running a hand through his hair. "For everything. For the way I treated Noor and her family in the past. I know I hurt themâespecially Noor. I need to make things right with her parents before I can ask her to marry me."
His mother studied him for a moment, the seriousness in his tone evident. It wasn't just about the proposal; it was about healing the wounds that still lingered.
Mrs. Malhotra placed the album down and leaned in, her voice softening. "I'm glad to hear you say that, Reyansh. I know you've come a long way. Apologizing is the right thing to do. It shows how much you care for her."
Reyansh gave a small nod of gratitude. "I want to do this the right way, Mom. I owe her parents that much."
Mr. Malhotra, who had been quiet up until now, spoke up. "I agree with your mother," he said, his tone thoughtful.
"You've learned from your mistakes. But remember, no matter what, Noor's family will see that you're doing this because you truly love her. That's all that matters."
Reyansh's chest tightened at the mention of Noor. "I hope they see that," he said, his voice almost a whisper.
His mother smiled warmly at him, the pride in her eyes unmistakable. "I have no doubt they will, Ansh. You've come a long way. And when you propose to her, make sure it's something she'll never forget."
Reyansh chuckled, shaking his head. "Trust me, Mom. I'll make sure of that. I've made enough mistakes. I won't let this one be another."
The room seemed to relax after that, the tension that had once weighed heavily on Reyansh finally starting to lift.
His mother got up from her seat and walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Then go and speak with her parents, son," she said, her voice soft but full of conviction. "And once you've done that, ask her to be yours."
Reyansh smiled, his heart lightening at his mother's approval. "I will," he promised, looking up at her. "I'll make everything right."
As he stood up to leave the room, his father added one final piece of advice. "And don't waste time. Life's too short for regrets."
Reyansh nodded, already planning the next steps in his mind. He was ready.
Ready to make it all right with Noor, ready to put the past behind them, and ready to start a new chapter of their lives together.
With renewed determination, Reyansh left the room to make the necessary preparations, but his thoughts were focused solely on Noor.
He was going to do this properly, no more running from what was meant to be.
And this time, nothingânothing at allâwould stand in his way.
>
Noor sat at her desk, typing away at her computer in the quiet hum of the office.
It had been a busy week, and her mind kept drifting between thoughts of work and the memory of everything that had happened with Reyansh.
The healing, the pain, the loveâit all seemed like a whirlwind that had finally settled, but a part of her heart still held a sense of uncertainty.
Her phone buzzed on the desk, pulling her from her thoughts. She picked it up, her fingers hesitating slightly as she saw the name flashing on the screen:
Ansh.
He hadn't texted in a while, she thought.
She unlocked her phone, reading his message:
Ansh: "Hey Noor, I need you to wear what's in the box that's been delivered to you. Then, meet me at the location mentioned. Trust me, it's something special."
Noor blinked in surprise. She had no idea what this could be about.
A box?
And the cryptic tone of his messageâwhat could he possibly have planned this time?
Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly brushed aside the fluttering feeling, trying to focus on the task at hand.
Yet, curiosity gnawed at her.
Just as she was pondering what Reyansh could be up to, the office peon entered, holding a small package wrapped in soft, luxurious paper.
It was elegant and understated, with a ribbon tied neatly around it.
"This is for you, ma'am," he said politely, handing it to her.
Noor took the box, looking at the peon with a furrowed brow.
"Is this from Reyansh?" she asked, her voice soft with confusion.
The peon smiled but didn't answer. Noor quickly glanced at the package, noticing the delicate texture of the wrapping.
It seemed like something important, something personal. There was a slight weight to it that suggested whatever was inside had been chosen carefully.
Her thoughts started to race.
What is going on?
Before she could open the box, her phone pinged again. She unlocked the screen, finding another message from
Ansh.
Ansh: "Don't think too much, just wear it. And come to the spot. It's time."
Noor's breath caught in her throat as a sudden wave of anticipation washed over her.
She had no idea what this was about, but she felt something stirring within herâa sense of nervous excitement mixed with something deeper.
Was he... planning something?
She hesitated for only a moment before tearing open the box.
Inside, she found a beautiful, intricate outfitâa soft peach-colored dress adorned with delicate lace and fine embroidery.
The design was elegant and simple, yet stunning.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She couldn't help but feel a rush of emotionsâwas this the beginning of something new?
She wasn't sure what to expect, but she quickly left her office, excusing herself for a few minutes to get ready.
Her thoughts kept drifting back to Reyansh's messageâ"It's time."
After changing into the outfit, she quickly checked herself in the mirror, the anticipation building in her chest.
She looked at her phone and saw the location Reyansh had shared. It was a beautiful, secluded spot near the lake, a place they had visited during their early days together.
A place where things had felt right, a place that held memories of their first tender moments.
Noor's heart raced as she made her way to the location, the world outside seeming to fade as she focused only on the path ahead.
The air was cool, and the soft sounds of nature surrounded her as she reached the lakeside spot.
As she approached, she saw Reyansh standing there, waiting for her. He was dressed in a sharp suit, looking as handsome as ever.
His eyes softened when he saw her approach, and a small, knowing smile played on his lips.
"Reyansh," she whispered, her voice trembling. She wasn't sure what she was feelingânervousness, excitement, hope, fearâit was all a whirlwind. "What is all of this?"
Reyansh stepped forward, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, taking her hand gently in his, leading her to the center of the area where soft lights illuminated the surroundings.
"Noor," he began, his voice low and full of emotion, "there are many things I've done wrong, things I regret. But one thing I never regretted was loving you. You've been my strength, even when I didn't deserve it. And I... I want to make things right. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Noor's breath caught in her throat, her eyes brimming with tears. She had no idea what was coming, but every word Reyansh spoke hit her deep in her soul.
Reyansh dropped down to one knee, his eyes locked with hers, and pulled out a delicate ring box. He opened it, revealing a stunning ring that glistened in the soft light.
"Noor Sharma, will you marry me?" he asked, his voice filled with vulnerability and hope. "Will you allow me the chance to love you the way you deserve?"
Noor stood there, her heart pounding in her chest. The world around them seemed to blur, and all she could hear was the beating of her own heart and Reyansh's words echoing in her mind.
Finally, she nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Yes, Ansh. Yes, I'll marry you."
Reyansh stood up, pulling her into his arms, and for the first time in so long, everything felt right.
Their love, the pain, the misunderstandingsâall of it seemed to dissolve in the moment.
The world around them fell silent, as if holding its breath. And for the first time in a long time, Noor felt peace.
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