Page 64 of Accidentally Knocked Up By the Bratva

She suspects something, I'm sure of it. She’s always been perceptive.

"Abram," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "What's going on?"

I smile mysteriously, guiding her forward. "Patience, my love. We're almost there."

We stop beneath an ornate crystal chandelier, its facets catching and refracting the light around us. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what comes next.

"Close your eyes," I murmur.

Zara hesitates for a moment, then complies. I press a button on a hidden remote in my pocket, and suddenly, the air is filled with a gentle shower of rose petals. They cascade down from above, brushing against our skin like soft kisses.

Zara's eyes fly open, and she lets out a delighted squeal. "Oh my God! Abram!" She claps her hands in excitement, twirling in place as the petals rain down around her. Her joy is infectious, and I find myself grinning like a fool.

As she turns back to me, our eyes lock. The moment has arrived. I take her hands once more, my heart pounding so hard I'm sure she can hear it.

"Zara," I begin, my voice thick with emotion. "You came into my life like a whirlwind, turning everything upside down. And I've never been more grateful for anything in my life…"

My words flow from my heart, painting a vivid picture of our future together. "Zara, my love, you've shown me a world I never knew existed. A world filled with light, laughter, and unimaginable joy. With you, I've learned to see beauty in the smallest things, to cherish every moment."

I watch as Zara listens intently, her eyes wide and luminous. Her emotions seem to swirl within them like a tempest—hope, love, excitement.

"I see us building a life together," I continue, my voice growing stronger with each word. "A home filled with warmth and joy. I see us facing challenges hand in hand, celebrating our victories, big and small. I see us growing old together, still as madly in love as we are now, with a handful of grandkids to keep us on our toes."

Zara's breath catches, and I notice her eyes beginning to glisten. My heart swells at the sight, knowing my words are reaching her very soul.

"You've awakened parts of me I thought long dead," I confess, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You've shown me that even a man like me, with my dark past and darker deeds,can find redemption in love. You are my light, my salvation, my everything. You make mebea better man."

A single tear escapes, trailing down Zara's cheek. I reach out, gently brushing it away with my thumb. "My beautiful Zara," I murmur. "You've given me a future I never dared to dream of. And I promise you, I will spend every day of the rest of our lives ensuring you never regret choosing me."

As I gaze into her eyes, I see them well up with more tears. But these aren't tears of sorrow—no, her face is radiant with love, her heart clearly bursting with emotion.

My hand trembles slightly as I reach into my pocket, fingers closing around a new velvet box. I drop to one knee, my eyes never leaving Zara's face.

"Zara," I begin, my voice thick with emotion. "I know I've asked this before, but I want to do it right this time."

I open the box, revealing the ring I've chosen for her—a stunning emerald surrounded by diamonds, as unique and precious as she is. "Will you marry me, again? Will you be my wife, my partner, the mother of our child, and the queen of my empire?"

Zara's breath catches audibly, her eyes widening as she stares at me. I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the slight tremble of her lips. For a heart-stopping moment, I wonder if I've miscalculated, if this grand gesture is too much of a show for her.

"Abram, I…" she starts, her voice barely above a whisper.

A tear slides down her cheek, then another. My heart races, a mix of hope and fear coursing through my veins. And then, like the sun breaking through storm clouds, a smile spreads across her face.

She nods, tears now flowing freely. "Yes," she whispers, her voice growing stronger with each word. "Yes, Abram. I'll marry youagain. I'll be your wife, your partner, everything."

Relief and joy flood through me, so intense I feel lightheaded. "Yes?" I repeat, needing to hear it again.

"Yes," she says, louder this time, a laugh bubbling up through her tears. "A thousand times, yes."

With trembling hands, I take the ring from its velvet nest. The room seems to glow, bathing us in a soft, ethereal light as I slip the diamond onto Zara's delicate finger. It fits perfectly, just as I knew it would.

"It's beautiful," Zara whispers, her eyes fixed on the sparkling stone.

"Not half as beautiful as you," I murmur, bringing her hand to my lips and placing a reverent kiss on her knuckles.

The air around us shifts, charged with an electric current, something deeper, more primal. I rise to my feet, never breaking eye contact with Zara. Her pupils are dilated, and her breathing is shallow.

"Abram," she breathes, and it's both a question and an invitation.

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