She sits Zoha onto my lap, quickly pulls my ring from my finger, and replaces it with her ring in the box. Then she gets down on one knee and . . . proposes to me. What the fuck? “Azeer Khan—” “No.” “Let me finish.” “You’re not proposing to me, Alina. That’s my job!” “Well, you failed, so I’m taking the reins and asking you to marry me again. Marry me on your own terms. Marry me because you choose to, not because you are forced to. Marry me and make me Zoha’s mother again. Make me your wife again. Give me your last name a trillion times.” She scoops my hand into her impossibly soft ones. “Will
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