Page 84 of Obsession

She gulped.

He cocked his head to the side. “Answer me this—do you think your family will like me? Will they approve of me?”

“They will love you. I know it,” she replied confidently.

“Our siblings are arriving in five days,” he said. “Let’s tell them about us first. Then let’s go to Dubai the week after next as planned. I’ll ask my dad to meet us there. Let’s tell our families that we want to be together. Let them plan our marriage for us, and let’s get married again in front of them all. I want to grow old with you, Anna. I want to have kids with you.”

Her breath hitched. “You want kids?”

“You don’t?”

“I do, but we’ve never spoken about this before.”

“I want kids, but not so soon,” he said. “Maybe in seven or eight years. So, what do you say?”

When she continued to stare at him, he went down on one knee. He took off his ring from his pinkie finger and offered it to her.

Her mouth opened and closed. “You have a ring?”

“Actually, this ring was the reason I had to go home. My father gifted my brothers and me a similar ring each, and he wanted to give them to us at the same time. It’s a symbol of his love for us, something we can carry with us always.

“That’s beautiful, Mihir,” she said.

He arched a brow. At her nod, he put the ring on the ring finger of her left hand. As expected, it was huge on her.

She helped him up. “Oh God. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. But I want it. I want to marry you. It feels right. My heart is telling me to do it. To marry you and make you mine.”

Removing the ring, she put it back on his pinkie finger. “You wear it. It was your father’s gift to you. I’ll wait for you to give me my own ring.”

She studied the blood-red stone, her finger rubbing against it. “I’ve never seen something like this. What gemstone is this?”

“It’s a rare red diamond from a mine in Tanzania,” he replied. “It signifies power, passion, and love.”

“How lovely,” she mused. “You ought to wear it always.”

“I’m trying.” He wriggled his finger. “It’s hard getting used to it, though. I keep taking it on and off.”

“I want a matching red diamond, if you can afford it. Else anything will do.”

He laughed. “I can afford it.”

Little did she know that this ring had come from O-Corp’s mines in Tanzania. Yet another thing he had to tell her.

“Before we do this, I need to tell you something,” he said.

She frowned. “What?”

“You don’t know everything about me. There is so much I haven’t shared with you. Good and bad.”

“Have you killed someone?” she asked, her tone serious.

“What? No.”

“Do you pedal drugs, weapons, or people?”

“Oh God, of course not. All our businesses are legit.”

She clasped his cheek. “Then we’re good.”

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