“ The dimly lit room was wrapped in shadows, the air heavy with unspoken truths. She sat at the edge of the bed, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second dragging her closer to the moment she had dreaded.

Her throat felt dry, but somehow, the words forced their way out, trembling and fragile.

“I… I am not a virgin,” she said, her voice breaking as though every syllable carried the weight of her past.

Tears pooled in her eyes, burning, and before she could stop them, they spilled onto her cheeks. But it wasn’t her words that shattered him—it was her eyes. Red, swollen, drowning in pain. Eyes that told him she had cried this confession a thousand times before tonight, rehearsing it alone in the dark.

The world seemed to halt. Silence spread across the room like a thick fog, wrapping them both in its suffocating grip. Neither moved, neither spoke. For five long minutes, the only sound was the uneven rhythm of her breath and the relentless ticking of the clock.

He stood frozen, his hands clenched at his sides, staring at her as though searching for something beyond her words. She kept her gaze low, unable to look at him, certain this would be the end.

And then—his voice. Steady. Unwavering. “I am ready to marry you.”

Her head snapped up in shock, her tear-streaked face meeting his eyes for the first time. His expression was unreadable, carved into calmness, but his gaze held hers with a quiet strength that shook her.

Her heart twisted painfully. How? How could he say that? How could anyone look at her—someone already scarred, already touched—and still speak of marriage? She had long believed no man would see her as anything but broken.

She wanted to protest, to tell him not to ruin his life for her. She was not worthy of this kind of devotion. She wanted to scream that she would only ever be a burden. That solitude was the only path she deserved.

But the words wouldn’t come. Her voice was lost, trapped beneath the storm of emotions crashing inside her.

He didn’t move closer, but his presence reached her anyway. Strong. Unshaken. His words had already broken through the walls she had built so carefully around her heart.

She didn’t know it then, but this moment was not the end of her story—it was the beginning. A beginning she never imagined. For fate, cruel and kind in equal measure, had already bound their lives together in ways neither of them could yet see.

And as her tears fell, he held her gaze without flinching, silently promising her something greater than acceptance. A love strong enough to fight her past, strong enough to hold her future.

So hey everyone hope you liked the prologue and my English is not very good so sorry if I made any mistakes and tell me how it was ?

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