I've Decided To Marry You Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then again, harder, because apparently my verbal skills have completely abandoned me and nodding is all my brain can manage. “Yes,” I whisper, and the word comes out like it’s been waiting five years to escape. “Yes,” I say again, louder this time, because fuck it—if I’m going to marry Alexander Coleman, I’m going to own that decision completely. The rooftop erupts.

“Is that a yes? Or are you tricking me now?” A nervous laugh escaped me. “I mean… it feels so fast. I’ve barely wrapped my head around moving in with you, and now you’re asking me to marry you. And honestly… this isn’t exactly the proposal I pictured from you.” My voice softened, trembling with honesty. “But… yes, Ram. I’ll marry you.”

Did I just hear him mention Marriage? “Marry you?” “Yes! Marry me.” He repeated as if he had suggested something mere as changing my clothes. A sharp laugh escaped my lips. “Do you go around proposing to strange women all the time? Or I'm just lucky. And moreover, you barely know me.” “Well it only takes just a few minutes to get to know someone. In my world, I don't believe in luck, I believe in decisions. You need a fresh start. I need a wife for my personal reasons. It's a mutually beneficial deal”

“In Italy. Just a small one. For next spring. I want it to be just us, close friends, and family. I want to marry you there.” Her eyes widened. “Kai…” “You don’t have to say yes now,” I added quickly, cupping her cheek. “We’ll plan everything together. But I just wanted you to know. I’m serious about forever.” She smiled with tears in her eyes. “Of course I’ll marry you there.” “I love you,” I breathed, holding her tight against me, like letting go wasn’t an option. And it never would be.

“Not for a second.” “You don’t have to say that.” “I’m not saying it because you want to hear it.” I turned to face her fully, needing her to understand I meant every word of it. “I’m saying it because it’s the truest thing I know right now. Marrying you was supposed to be a strategy. It turned into the only decision I’ve ever made that had nothing to do with strategy at all.”

Like something that had been decided. When he pulled back, he was still close. "I love you," he said. I blinked. He held my gaze, and whatever I was searching for, the clause, the joke, the escape hatch, wasn't there. "I love you," he said again. Then, quieter: "Now I can have you to myself." Then he continued. "I'm going to marry you." A laugh came out of me before I could organize a response. "You're not serious." He was looking at me the way he looked at things he'd already decided.

Berry said with a wide smile. "Let's get married," I said

He bewildered me. "Whose marriage?" I asked him impatiently. "Of course ours." "What!" "I don't want to get married to you. I love someone else. Please say no to this marriage," He pleaded. "What if I say yes?" I challenged. "If you say yes then you have to do something which I'll say and then only we'll get married." "Yes, I'll marry you," I blurted without thinking what I was stepping into. "Are you sure?" "Yes."

“You think I give a damn about old superstitions? You think I care about some archaic belief over the way I feel about you?” She said nothing, but her eyes filled again. “I don’t care if I have to marry you in a back alley,” I said hoarsely. “I’m marrying you today. You’re mine. And I’m yours.” “But what will everyone think?” she breathed. I gave her a sharp look. “Let them think whatever they want. They’ll forget by tomorrow. Or not. I don’t give a shit. But they’re going to remember that I married you. That I chose you.”