THE SUNFLOWER HE CHOOSE

“Sunflower?”Sanchi looked at his phone again, her heartbeat turning strangely uneven after seeing the name he had saved for her.Why Sunflower?Of all names… why this one?A soft nervousness spread through her body because she knew very well what sunflowers meant to Ishaan.And suddenly, the question she had been avoiding for so long escaped before she could stop herself.“Do you love me?”For a moment, Ishaan looked slightly surprised by the suddenness of it.But then he saw her eyes.Curious. Nervous. Hopeful despite trying not to be.And something inside him softened dangerously.Slowly, he stepped closer.Too close.Close enough for Sanchi to forget how to breathe properly.“I love…” he whispered near her ear, his voice deepThen he paused.Deliberately.As if enjoying the way her entire body waited for his next words.And finally, without moving his gaze away from her even for a second, he murmured softly,“ I love…the fact that you are my wife. A lot.”Sanchi’s breath got stuck in her throat.His eyes remained fixed only on hers.Calm. Intense. Unreadable. This story is a mix of friendship, healing, ambition, emotional vulnerability, and slow-burn romance. Thank you for giving this story a chance:>