Kneel Down Propose Quotes

Marry me.” A statement. Not a question. It came again. “Marry. Me.” His eyes burned into mine. I breathed in, my ears ringing. My pulse sped up, my heart raced, I was trying to remember exactly what breathing meant. I was wet, and I was gasping. “I want you. I want that, what they had today. I want it all, and I want it with you. I want you, want you to be my wife. I’ve got a ring, I’ll give it to you right now if you’ll say yes.” With every word, his hands tightened on my hips, desperate, crazy, longing. “I had this all planned out, so much smoother and romantic and everything you deserve. But my head’s been spinning since yesterday, when I saw my best friend steal a van to go meet his new family. And all I want, all I’ve ever wanted, is exactly that. Exactly you. And when I walked up those stairs, and heard the shower go on, and knew you were in here all naked and wet and waiting for me, I knew I couldn’t wait another day, another hour, another minute, without asking you to be my wife. So. Marry. Me.” He knelt. Christ on a crutch, he knelt on the shower floor, where he had knelt countless times before . . . ahem . . . took my hand, and repeated those words again. Finally, with a question mark at the end. “Marry me?” And in that moment, I realized all the worrying, all the hand wringing and wonder ponder, all the thoughts about who says what’s right for a couple, and when is it too soon, and when is it the right time, and if it ain’t broke don’t blah blah blah. Fuck all that noise. It wasn’t about what was right for other couples, it was about what was right for us. Simon and me. Because when Wallbanger kneels down and asks you to be his wife, it’s not really something you need to think too long on. Funny thing about getting proposed to in a shower. You can’t tell which is water and which is tears.

Taking hold of the ladder, she began to climb, stopping when she got to eye level with him. That, however, turned out to be a mistake, because the moment her eyes met his, she forgot everything—even the lines she’d just committed to memory—because nothing else mattered to her except . . . him. “You wrote a scene with a strong heroine in it, and one where the hero gets dangled by his feet.” “I did.” “Why?” “Because I couldn’t figure out a better way to let you know I love you, the real you, without dangling from my feet and letting you cut me down.” Lucetta’s eyes immediately took to turning a little misty. “You . . . love me?” “I do, but before we continue this, I have to admit that hanging upside down is far less pleasant than I imagined, so if you’d be so kind, I really do need you to get me down from here.” Realizing he was completely serious, but also realizing if she cut him down he’d go plummeting to the hard floor and most likely suffer a horrible injury—which certainly wouldn’t have the night turning out well at all—Lucetta looked to the side of the stage and caught Mr. Skukman’s eye. As he, along with a good number of backstage hands, walked across the boards, whispers began circulating around the theater, growing louder after Bram got released and rose to his feet. Smiling ever so charmingly at the audience, he presented them with a small bow right before he took center stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, I must beg your indulgence for just a few more minutes because you see . . . I am . . . Mr. Grimstone.” The whispers ceased immediately. Bram smiled. “I’m Mr. Grimstone, alias Mr. Bram Haverstein, and I’ve come here tonight, with all of you as my witnesses, to proclaim my love for Miss Lucetta Plum, and . . .” He dropped to one knee. “Ask her to do me the very great honor of becoming my wife.” He reached out and took hold of Lucetta’s hand. “Miss Lucetta Plum, I am completely and irrevocably in love with you, and just so we’re clear, I’m in love with the real you, not the person you turn into when you take to the stage. I love the idea that you’re completely oblivious to your unusual beauty, can outrun a goat, and . . . you fascinate me as no one ever has. I’m asking you, in front of all of these people who will probably never buy another one of my books again if you turn me down . . .” He stopped talking and turned his head to the audience. “And just to remind everyone, I will have another novel releasing soon, although I haven’t decided on a title just yet, something about a strong-willed lady, no doubt, or . . .” “You’re getting distracted,” Lucetta interrupted. Bram immediately returned his gaze to hers. “Quite right, but . . . I’ve lost my train of thought.” “You were just about to the part where you were going to ask her to marry you,” a voice called out, a voice that sounded remarkably like Abigail’s. “Thank you, Grandmother,” he called back. “You’re welcome, darling. And just to remind you, I’m not getting any younger, so you might want to hurry this proposal business along.” Grinning, Bram shook his head, brought Lucetta’s fingers to his lips, and then sobered as he held her gaze. “I love you, Lucetta, more than I ever imagined I could, and I would be so incredibly honored if you’d agree to be my wife.” For a second, Lucetta was unable to answer him because her heart had taken to rising in her throat, but after drawing in a deep breath, she managed to nod, ignoring the tears that had filled her eyes and were blurring her vision. “I would be honored to become your wife, especially since—I’m not sure when this happened, but—I’m in love with you as well.” Bram’s hold on her hand tightened for just a second, and then he was sliding a ring on her finger she hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. Before she could take even a second to admire what felt like an enormous rock on her hand, he was standing instead of kneeling, looking intently into her eyes, before he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. The

Ithink we should get married, Eva.” Eva blinked, and looked down her body to where Gareth’s dark head nestled between her thighs. He did something that made her groan fill her garden. “I— This is most—” She tried to speak through her astonishment and madness. He did it again. She almost fainted. When her head cleared, she was clutching at grass, gasping for breath. “Stop that! We need to talk.” “One moment. It would be rude to leave you like this.” He didn’t, of course. He never did. With alarming efficiency he sent her crashing into a climax, then moved up to lie with her. She took several minutes to collect herself, then held his head and looked in his eyes. “That may be the most unusual proposal a woman has ever received.” “Thank you. I thought it inventive.” “It will be hard to describe when friends ask for the particulars, however. Did he kneel, Eva? Did he wait for a glorious sunset? Actually, no, Sarah. He proposed while his tongue was making shocking explorations of my private parts.” He pecked a kiss on her cheek. “At least you will never forget it.” No. Never.

EnChAnTiNg -DuBaI CaLL GiRlS- 0501780622 PaSsIoNaTe PaKiStAnI JlT DuBaI “I lost you once. I’ll burn the world before I lose you again.” Arjun Malhotra – the man who owns half of Dubai’s skyline and every secret that comes with it. Seven years ago, one girl walked out of his life and took his heart with her. Alya Khan – the same girl, now living in the most expensive penthouse in Dubai Marina… under someone else’s name. One sunset. One accidental meeting on JBR beach. One heartbeat that never learned to forget. He says: “You were mine then. You’re mine now.” She whispers: “It’s too late, Arjun.” But when it comes to love, even time learns to kneel. A heartbreakingly beautiful second-chance romance set against the glittering lights of Dubai – from the skyscrapers of Sheikh Zayed Road to the quiet sands of Palm Jumeirah. A story about two souls who were always meant to find their way back to each other… no matter how far they ran. Full Book (shortened for chat – real 45k-word PDF available on request) Chapter 1 – The First Glance Again The sun was melting into the Persian Gulf when Alya stepped onto JBR beach barefoot, the hem of her white cotton dress brushing the waves. She came here every evening to feel something other than emptiness. She never expected to feel him. He stood twenty feet away, taller than memory, dressed in a black shirt rolled to the elbows, the same silver watch glinting on his wrist. Arjun Malhotra. The name she had tried to erase for seven years. Their eyes locked. The world went silent. No gulls, no children laughing, no music from the cafés. Just the crash of his heartbeat inside her chest. “Alya,” he said, and the way he said it, like a prayer and a curse at the same time, made her knees weak. She turned to run. He caught her wrist before she could take the first step. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Not again.” Chapter 11 – The Proposal at Burj Park The fountain show had just ended. Thousands of lights danced on the water, reflecting the tallest building in the world. Arjun went down on one knee right there, in front of tourists, cameras, and the entire city. The ring was the same one he had bought seven years ago in Mumbai. The one she had never seen because she left before he could propose. “Alya Khan,” he said, voice shaking for the first time in his life, “marry me. Not because we’re perfect. But because we’re perfectly broken together.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she nodded. “Yes,” she laughed through the tears. “A thousand times yes.” He slipped the ring on her finger, stood up, and kissed her like the world was ending and beginning at the same time. Epilogue – One Year Later Palm Jumeirah, Frond villa, sunset. She stood on the terrace in his white shirt, hair flying in the wind. He walked up behind her, arms around her waist, chin on her shoulder. “Still think it was too late?” he murmured against her ear. She turned in his arms, smiling the smile that belonged only to him. “Never,” she whispered. “You were always my home. I just took the long way back.” He kissed her as the sky turned gold and pink and every shade of forever.

Dubai Call Girls 0501780622 Love story “I lost you once. I’ll burn the world before I lose you again.” Arjun Malhotra – the man who owns half of Dubai’s skyline and every secret that comes with it. Seven years ago, one girl walked out of his life and took his heart with her. Alya Khan – the same girl, now living in the most expensive penthouse in Dubai Marina… under someone else’s name. One sunset. One accidental meeting on JBR beach. One heartbeat that never learned to forget. He says: “You were mine then. You’re mine now.” She whispers: “It’s too late, Arjun.” But when it comes to love, even time learns to kneel. A heartbreakingly beautiful second-chance romance set against the glittering lights of Dubai – from the skyscrapers of Sheikh Zayed Road to the quiet sands of Palm Jumeirah. A story about two souls who were always meant to find their way back to each other… no matter how far they ran. Full Book (shortened for chat – real 45k-word PDF available on request) Chapter 1 – The First Glance Again The sun was melting into the Persian Gulf when Alya stepped onto JBR beach barefoot, the hem of her white cotton dress brushing the waves. She came here every evening to feel something other than emptiness. She never expected to feel him. He stood twenty feet away, taller than memory, dressed in a black shirt rolled to the elbows, the same silver watch glinting on his wrist. Arjun Malhotra. The name she had tried to erase for seven years. Their eyes locked. The world went silent. No gulls, no children laughing, no music from the cafés. Just the crash of his heartbeat inside her chest. “Alya,” he said, and the way he said it, like a prayer and a curse at the same time, made her knees weak. She turned to run. He caught her wrist before she could take the first step. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Not again.” Chapter 11 – The Proposal at Burj Park The fountain show had just ended. Thousands of lights danced on the water, reflecting the tallest building in the world. Arjun went down on one knee right there, in front of tourists, cameras, and the entire city. The ring was the same one he had bought seven years ago in Mumbai. The one she had never seen because she left before he could propose. “Alya Khan,” he said, voice shaking for the first time in his life, “marry me. Not because we’re perfect. But because we’re perfectly broken together.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she nodded. “Yes,” she laughed through the tears. “A thousand times yes.” He slipped the ring on her finger, stood up, and kissed her like the world was ending and beginning at the same time. Epilogue – One Year Later Palm Jumeirah, Frond villa, sunset. She stood on the terrace in his white shirt, hair flying in the wind. He walked up behind her, arms around her waist, chin on her shoulder. “Still think it was too late?” he murmured against her ear. She turned in his arms, smiling the smile that belonged only to him. “Never,” she whispered. “You were always my