She had always been able to figure what she wanted to do, despite the veil of indecisiveness that she wore just to give others the benefit of doubt.
But today...she didn’t know if she could withstand the consequences if she chose either way.
The sparkling diamond set in a slender gold ring wasn’t making it any easier.
She was being asked to marry. Him. The sheer intensity of the moment, as he knelt down and proposed her, shook her from head to toe.
Say, how would it be if we were married?
He couldn’t get more obvious than this. She should have known better.
“We have been living together for, what, like two years? Why do you want to marry me?”
A slightly offended look crossed his face and she bit her tongue. Oh dear, that sounded completely wrong.
“No, scratch that. I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to marry you, but, it’s…it’s…isn’t it a bit too sudden?” No sooner did she say than her hand went to her mouth in shock, her eyes wide and beguiling – the very picture of confused innocence.
He laughed. “Don’t tell me the idea of marriage has never crossed your mind.”
She looked into his eyes, surprised. In her frenzy, she had not noticed the subtle signs that showed how equally difficult it was for him. The hand that held the ring shook in the slightest, so did his gaze which wavered every now and then.
She took a moment to ponder on his remark. Of course the idea had come to her: which girl doesn’t dream of marriage? Nevertheless, fantasies apart, she had honestly not reckoned that their relationship would come to this threshold, not now at least.
However, as she looked at him, taking in his profile as he continued to kneel, she knew without a doubt how fortunate she was. Considering their diverse backgrounds and how their personalities were poles apart, she had never expected him to be so adjusting, even compromising. The very fact that he was proposing to her of all people; this simple, unassuming girl who could be said to be living in the shadow of her glorious counterparts (whom he knew, obviously) was admirable.
She looked away, slightly smiling. “I cannot dishonour your esteemed proposition, can I now?”
A sigh of relief escaped him but he didn’t spare her a retort. “You’re not obliging me.”
“Of course not,” she affirmed as she knelt down to the same level as him, extending her hand.
They looked into each other’s eyes as he gently slipped the ring onto her finger.
No words were needed.