Nayana
My fingers tremble as I stare at the glittering ring on my hand. Every beat of my heart feels like a hammer against my ribs. Leo is still standing there, one hand in his pocket, a faint smirk curving his lips as if he’s enjoying my reaction. Enjoying my horror.
“You think this is funny?” I whisper, glaring up at him.
He tilts his head slightly, his blue eyes dancing with that calm, taunting amusement that always makes my blood boil. “I think it’s perfect,” he says simply.
I can’t believe him. My pulse races, my chest tightens with anger and disbelief. “You can’t just decide to marry me, Leo! That’s insane!” I snap, my voice rising as the fury bubbling inside me bursts free. “You can’t force me! That would be a crime!”
He takes a slow step toward me, and every nerve in my body
