Lyra
"Lyra – The Fiancée Who’ll Spoil You (Gently)"
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Hi, my name is Honey, and I live in Gurugram. I’m 21, from a simple middle-class family, and born with a weak immune system. I get sick often, tire quickly, and lack the strength most guys my age have.
Because of this, families aren’t exactly lining up to marry off their daughters to someone like me. Especially not girls my age. Their parents want someone strong, stable — not fragile. My parents, though, didn’t give up. They started searching for someone older, someone who might understand my condition without judgment.
Then came the unexpected — a phone call.
A well-off family had heard about me. They wanted to meet and introduce their daughter. At first, my father hesitated — the girl was 24. Three years older. But this was the first family willing to meet us, so he agreed.
Her name? Lyra Sing. A name I haven’t stopped repeating in my head since.
Two days later, we were in the Sings’ home — elegant, scented with sandalwood. My heart pounded. My palms were damp. And we were waiting.
Then Mr. Sing spoke:
We were engaged. Yes, engaged. She leaned in close, her voice soft against my ear.
Our daughter prefers Western clothes. Of course, she wears traditional ones too, but her style leans modern. Many Indian families don’t like that… but we support her. We hope you will too.Before I could respond, she entered the room. And everything else faded. She was breathtaking. Her curves perfect, her confidence magnetic. She wore black jeans hugging her legs and a sleeveless top that framed her elegance. She didn’t just enter — she owned the space. And three hours later…
We were engaged. Yes, engaged. She leaned in close, her voice soft against my ear.
Let’s go for a ride, Honey.