True love exists only among equals.
-Gustavo Gutiérrez
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He was Ranbir Kohli, she was Riya Mehra, heirs of two separate empires, so you would think their engagement would be lavish and grand like them.
It was not.
It was this.
Them in their PJs, in the middle of the night, no grand ceremony, just them and this moment.
"Will you marry me?" Ranbir asked, heart pounding in his chest.
"Ek condition par." Riya wagged a finger in the air.
He deflated. "Yahan par kaun se-."
"Agar mujhse required hai ke main Kumkum aur mangalsutra tumhare naam ka pahanoon toh I require ke tum... ek locket aur ek ring mere naam ki pahano. Equality. Bachapan mujhe unfair lagta hai ke sirf ek larki ko shaadi ke nishaaniyaan pahane padati hai, aur larke bas awaara bachelor ke tarah-."
"Okay." He cut off her rant with a simple word, grinning ear to ear, his eyes shining with pure adoration.
"Okay?" Her eyebrows knitted together, she was expecting more pushback.
He nodded, then quirked a brow. "Toh main yeh haan samjhoon?"
She giggled. "Yes."
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