I snatch the bowl from her and pick out the ring. “Zoha, start recording.” “What’s going on?” “Shut it, Nuisance!” I turn off the movie and clear my throat, getting down on one knee. Fuck, okay. I’m doing this. Even if it wasn’t how I envisioned it. But then again, nothing with Alina has been how I envisioned it. “Alina Azlan—” “Oh my god,” she breathes out. “You’re actually doing this?” “Shut— Yes, Alina jaan. Yes, I am doing this. I’ve wanted to do this for a while now, so just let me do my thing. I’m really anxious right now, and I’m pretty sure I’ll start crying any second.”
