Chapter 22 A Morning Without Shadows

• Zara slowly walked to the door, holding her breath, her book pressed against her chest, as another knock echoed. Her fingers briefly hovering at the knob before she turned it open. And when the door was finally opened, she forgot to breathe as she beheld the masculine figure before her. Ocean eyes intense yet calm like always, tremendously swept over her, as he stood holding a bouquet of beautiful lavender, daisies and tiny white roses, his other arm firmly held a finely woven basket filled with freshly made snacks, and tucked under his arm was a small black box, secured in a velvet pouch. There Deen stood, like the man of Zara’s dreams, looking so surreal.
• His wavy buzz cut, freshly done, its edges sharp as his jawline. A slate grey cashmere Henley, casually refining his chiselled abs, its sleeves revealing his forearm as it clings to his torso. Paired with clean black pants and leather sneakers. Managing to look attractive and homey at the same time.
• Proudly exuding confidence, he stared at Zara, his voice low but soft. “Good morning, my Mochi.”