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"Atif, can I talk to you for a second?" I ask, pulling Atif by the arm into an empty dressing room backstage. We are currently at PSA show and we are soon going to perform.

"Sure Hussain. What's up?" He said.

"I want to do something special during the show tonight." I said little nervous. And he frowned.

"Like what?" He questioned.

"I want to pr-" I start, but I got cut off when Shehry walked into the room.

Shehry peeks his head into the room, looking between Atif and me as we got silent under his presence. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No, come in," I say. "Are Waqas with you?"

"No, but I can go get him if you want," Shehry offers, and I nod.

Shehry disappears from the room again and reappears a minute later with Waqas in tow.

"What's with the meeting?" Waqas asks.

I take a deep breath before answering. "I want to propose Biya tonight."

All three all look at me suddenly, smiles on their faces.

"That's great, Hussain!" Atif exclaims, clapping a hand on my shoulder.

"Thanks," I say, smiling back. "I was thinking about doing it before Dekho Tujhe, would that be alright?"

"Of course," Waqas says, and the boys nod in agreement. "And congrats."

"For what? She hasn't said yes yet."

"She will," Shehry says softly and I smile.

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The boys and I are standing behind the door that leads to the stage, and for the first time in a long time, I'm feeling nervous. There's always a small sense of nervousness before any show, but it only seems to be intensified anytime Biya is in the audience.

But I've never felt nerves like this before.

My heart rate quickens and I can feel my pulse in my ears; it almost drowns out the loud screams coming from the audience. My hands are becoming sweaty. I glance over at the boys to give them a small nod, and they nod in return as the wall begins to rise and the screams become louder.

I take a quick breath before coming to the stage.

As Shehry also joined me, I look out toward the crowd and my eyes immediately land on Biya seating in the front row, looking up at me with warm smile and it makes my heart leap in my chest.

We spend the next few songs trying to calm down my nerves, but it's much more difficult that I thought it would be because I can feel the ring pressed against my thigh in the pocket of these jeans. I steal a few glances at Biya to find her still smiling at me. I brush my hand over the pocket of my jeans, knowing I'm about to make the best decision of my life.

Once we finish Pappi Song, Shehry and Atif run out of the stage. It's gone dark overhead, and the only lights you can see are the ones coming from the crowd. It is a beautiful sight, but my eyes wander back to Biya because she's more beautiful that anything I've ever laid eyes on.

"I'd like to dedicate this next song to a special someone in the audience," I say before pausing to glance at Biya "But before we start that song, I'd like to ask that special someone to come up on stage."

I point to Biya and curl my finger, motioning for her to come on stage with me. She looks confused, but smiles nonetheless and walks up on stage and stands nervously next to me. I turn to face her and grab her hand, looking at no one else but her.

"Biya I love you so much." My voice echoes around the room, and even though my heart is still beating rapidly behind my chest, I somehow feel calm staring into Biya's eyes. "I have loved you since the first moment I saw you, and my love for you has only grown stronger. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you." I reach into my pocket and pull out the ring before bending down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"

Around me, the people in the room erupt into cheers and Biya immediately brings her hand up to cover her mouth as she stares down at the ring held between my thumb and forefinger. Her eyes become watery and a single tear falls down her cheek before she finally nods.

A huge grin spreads across my face as she places her shaking hand in front of me. I slide the ring onto her finger and rise to my feet before pulling her close and giving a soft kiss on forehead and hug her. 

After a few seconds Waqas can be heard clearing his throat into his microphone. "If you two lovebirds don't mind, we still have a show to finish."

I pull away from Biya  to scowl at Waqas before placing another quick peck to her forehead as she walks off stage and back to her seat.

"I'm just kidding," Waqas says defensively. "Congrats, bro."

Shehry walks over and wraps an arm around me. "Well, I'm not the only engaged one in the group anymore. Congrats Hussain, Your are a lucky men and Biya your are lucky lady."

"Congrats Hussain!" the other shout before pulling me into a group hug. Over Waqas's shoulder I can see Biya subconsciously twirling the ring around her finger, and that's when I know it was meant to be there.

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Harussain