"Is he going to propose?"
The second Aryan saw the ring, his breath caught in his throat. His heart pounded—hard and fast. His fingers twitched with the urge to extend his hand, to say yes before Marco even asked.
But he held back. Tried to swallow the thrill bubbling in his chest.
'Stay calm. Just act normal. Let him talk.'
Easier said than done. His thoughts were a mess—racing, colliding, stumbling over each other. He stared at Marco, wide-eyed. Waiting. Hoping.
'Say it, Marco. Just say it.'
Marco looked nervous. Excited, too. His eyes sparkled as he asked, "Aryan... do you know what day it is today?"
"Huh? Today?" Aryan frowned, thinking hard. He was sure he hadn't forgotten anything important. It wasn't Marco's birthday. Not his. Not Valentine's. Not even their anniversary.
Clearly, his face gave him away. Marco chuckled softly, not offended in the least.
"It's the day I realized I had feelings for you."
Aryan blinked. 'Seriously?'
