He said, "I love you. Marry me." In that moment, my heart halted, and the world around us faded into silence. I felt nothing but the weight of his words. He urged me again, "Answer me, Saru." Pulling away from his grasp, I replied softly, "I can't agree to a marriage built on sympathy. Harsh, you've already sacrificed so much for me; please don't do this." He stepped closer, desperation in his eyes. "Saru, but I—"
Before he could finish, I pressed my palm against his lips, whispering, "Please, don't ask me again. I'd say yes in a heartbeat." As those words left my mouth, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me, and my nose began to bleed. I leaned against his shoulder, He spoke with evident anxiety, "Saru, your nose—everything will be fine. Just stay calm; no need to stress. Let's get you to the hospital." He carefully lifted me in his arms, ensuring I was comfortable as he carried me out of the storehouse. Once in the car, he settled me gently before driving swiftly towards the hospital.