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New Year's Eve in Paris shimmered with an almost magical glow. Amidst the sparkling city lights, a couple stood, holding hands, their gazes fixed on the vibrant light show dancing across the iconic architecture. This was more than just a fleeting moment; it was the culmination of a lifetime shared.
Nima Digla and Sagee Serin, their story woven from shared childhood playgrounds, university lecture halls, and the excitement and elation of chaos of building a small business together, were about to embark on their most profound adventure yet.
Nima's heart pounded with a mixture of nerves and excitement. He had planned this night for months, and now, as the crowds cheered around them, the moment was finally here. With a deep breath, he knelt, a single, perfect flower clutched in his hand. "Sagee!" he called out, his voice thick with emotion, cutting through the festive joyful atmosphere. From behind them, hired hands unfurled banners, their bold letters proclaiming, "Will you marry me?"
His eyes, brimming with adoration, met Sagee's. "Sagee, you have been in my life like light in darkness. You gave me hope and support in times of need. You are the star I never wanted to lose, the one I wanted to keep all to myself. So, I want to ask you, will you be the star that gives me hope and support forever? Will you marry me?"
Sagee's face was a beautiful canvas of emotions – pure joy mixed with a blush of embarrassment as the surrounding onlookers turned their attention to the unfolding scene. A hushed anticipation fell over the crowd, their collective breath held in shared excitement as Sagee's gaze softened, her eyes mirroring the depth of Nima's emotion.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the rising cheer of the crowd. "I have been waiting for this for a long time…" And then, to Nima's utter surprise, she reached into her bag and pulled out a ring.
Sagee chuckled, a delightful sound that warmed him to his core. "You hadn't proposed yet," she explained, "so I was also about to propose to you! But you did it first!" A ripple of applause and congratulations spread through the crowd, their joy contagious. Strangers smiled, children clapped, and a sense of shared happiness filled the Parisian night, a testament to the universal language of love.
After the exhilarating proposal, they savored the rest of the light show, bathed in the glow of both the Parisian lights and their newfound engagement. When it was time to return to their hotel, Nima reached for his phone to call a taxi. But Sagee gently stopped him.
"Let's walk to the hotel," Sagee suggested, her eyes twinkling. "Just like we did when you proposed to me to become your girlfriend in our High school. It will be fun."
A smile touched Nima's lips. "Okay," he readily agreed.
As they began their walk, the city lights painting long shadows behind them, Sagee mused, "Do you remember when you proposed to me to be your girlfriend? Seven years ago. At that time, I was also about to ask you to be my boyfriend."
"Really?" Nima replied, his voice laced with surprise.""I proposed when I did because school was finishing and
university was approaching, and I worried it would be too late if I waited. More importantly, I didn't want to see you with anyone else.
Can I ask you something?"
"Hmm," Sagee hummed, intertwining her fingers with his.
"From when have you been in love with me?" Nima asked, a genuine curiosity in his tone. "I want to know. If you ask me when I fell in love with you, it would be from the first time I met you. That is why I said you are my star because the movement I saw you, you were like a star in my eye. You are the star that I like and admire."
Sagee chuckled softly. "Me? Don't just call me a star. You are my star. I remember when I was scared on the playground, and you came and held my hand and led me away from the bullies. It was like a shining, true prince saving me. From that time on..."
Bang.....