Proposal

It began like any other college afternoon.

The library was wrapped in its usual hush—pages turning softly, keyboards clicking in distant rhythm, sunlight filtering through tall glass windows and settling warmly on long wooden tables. Nuria Reed sat near the back, her books spread neatly in front of her, fingers curled around a pen she hadn’t moved in several minutes.

She was trying to focus.

Her hair was tied loosely at the nape of her neck, a few strands slipping free every time she tilted her head down to read. She wore a simple pastel kurta and jeans, comfortable, modest—nothing about her demanded attention. She liked it that way.

This was her peace.

Or at least, she thought it was.

Her phone vibrated against the table.

Once.

Remembering she had class notes to finish, she ignored it.

It vibrated again.

Then a third time—longer this time, insistent.

Her heart stuttered slightly as she glanced at the screen.

Adrian calling.

She straightened instinctively, fingers tightening around the phone before she even realized it. Adrian never called repeatedly unless he wanted an answer now.

She answered quickly.

“Hey—”

“Where are you?” Adrian’s voice came through calm and even, the way it always did. No greeting. No softness.

“In the library,” Nuria replied gently. “I have classes today, remember?”

There was a pause on the line. Just one beat too long.

“Come to the apartment,” he said.

Not can you.

Not when you’re free.

“Adrian, I really can’t right now,” she said, lowering her voice, suddenly aware of the surrounding silence. “I have—”

“I said come now, Núria.”

Her breath caught.

“I’ll be late,” she tried again. “Professor—”

“You can miss one class, I will teach you later” he interrupted, tone unchanged but final. “I’ll send the car.”

Her chest tightened, confusion mixing with that familiar urge to comply. Adrian had always known how to make things sound reasonable—like he was doing her a favor.

“O-okay,” she whispered, already standing. “I’ll come.”

“Good,” he said. Then, softer—almost fond. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

The call ended.

Nuria stared at the dark screen for a moment before slipping her phone into her bag. Her classmates barely noticed as she gathered her things and walked out, the library doors closing behind her with a muted thud.

She told herself it was nothing.

She always did.

Then she reached outside the university gate where she saw a sleek black car, Adrian's car was waiting with the driver inside. She went towards the car and sat on the back seat. The driver didn't talk with her as not allowed to talk by his sirs which she don't need to know.

Then she reached their building where they stay. It is a big building where only rich people can stay because it is very expensive and beautiful, and she can never afford to stay in such a place. But she only come here as her friends stay here. Then she takes the lift to the fifteenth floor and reached outside their apartment. She always feels nervous to go to their place as it is too much of her standards, and she is not used to such things. Then she entered her biometric finger lock as they have inserted it and told her she can come anytime directly into their house without asking. The apartment was quiet when she arrived.

Too quiet.

Adrian and Sebastian shared a high-rise overlooking the city—clean lines, neutral colors, expensive silence. The kind of place that felt impressive and intimidating at the same time.

Nuria stepped inside hesitantly.

And then—

Petals fell.

Soft, warm-colored flower petals cascaded from above, drifting down around her like a dream unfolding in slow motion. Roses. White and red. The air filled instantly with a sweet, overwhelming fragrance.

Her bag slipped from her fingers.

“What—?” she breathed. She got confused what is happening.

Before she could move, music began to play.

Janam janam janam… (song name)

The familiar melody echoed through the apartment, rich and romantic, wrapping around her senses. Her heart began to race—not with fear, but shock, disbelief.

Lights dimmed.

From the far end of the living room, Adrian and Sebastian stepped forward.

Adrian was dressed in black—perfectly tailored, sharp, powerful. His sleeves were rolled slightly, revealing his watch, his stance confident and unmoving. His eyes never left her face.

Sebastian wore a deep navy suit, softer, his expression warm and reassuring. A smile curved his lips, gentle enough to calm her trembling hands.

They looked unreal.

They walked toward her in perfect sync.

“Nuria,” Sebastian said softly, reaching for her hand.

Before she could protest, they pulled her gently into the center of the room. Adrian’s hand settled at her waist—firm, possessive—while Sebastian guided her other hand into his.

They began to dance.

Slow. Controlled. Intimate.

Nuria’s feet moved without thought, guided by them, spun between their bodies as the song swelled. Adrian’s grip never loosened. Sebastian’s touch was reassuring, grounding.

She laughed nervously. “Guys… what is this?”

Neither answered.

They only danced.

When the song finally faded into silence, they stopped.

The sudden quiet felt heavy.

Then, together, they lowered themselves onto one knee.

Nuria’s breath left her lungs in a sharp gasp.

Adrian reached into his pocket first, pulling out a velvet box and opening it with deliberate precision. Inside lay a ring—elegant, expensive, unmistakably real.

Sebastian followed, his ring different but just as beautiful.

“Nuria,” Adrian said, his voice calm, steady—unchallenged.

“We want you.”

Sebastian smiled up at her, eyes full of something that looked like love.

“Be ours.”

The world tilted.

Her hands began to shake as she looked from one ring to the other, from one face to the next—her best friends, her protectors, her safe place.

She opened her mouth to speak.

And for the first time in her life—

She didn’t know what to say.

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