As we pulled up in front of my house, a wave of panic washed over me. My throat felt parched as I took in the scene: the joyful sounds of wedding music and the chatter of guests filled the air, amplifying my nerves. Turning to Harsh, I barely managed to ask, "Why did you bring me here? You know everything that's at stake."
With a reassuring smile, he replied calmly, "Don't worry, everything will be fine." He stepped out of the car, and I hesitated for a moment before following him, gripping his hand tightly. "My dad will kill me," I whispered, fear creeping into my voice.
But instead of leading me toward the bustling celebration, he took my hand and guided me in the opposite direction, toward an old, dusty storehouse. The foreboding structure stood in stark contrast to the joy surrounding us, and I felt a mix of curiosity and dread about what lay ahead.
As we stepped inside, he moved a bit closer, and I was captivated by the enormous screen before us, capturing every breathtaking moment of the wedding ceremony. A wide smile spread across my face as I glanced at him, my eyes filling with tears of joy. "Thank you," I whispered, overwhelmed with emotion. He gently replied, "Look, Jessie is coming."
I turned my attention back to the screen, and it felt surreal—never in my wildest dreams did I think I would witness her wedding, but Harsh had made it all possible. As my father appeared on the screen, tears streamed down my cheeks, my heart swelling with emotion.
Noticing my tears, Harsh came closer, taking my hands in his, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. He gazed deeply into my eyes and said, "Saru, I love you. Will you marry me?" In that moment, time stood still, and everything around us faded away.