The Fake Proposal Disaster Short Love Story
Chapter 1: The Mistaken Couple
Ayan was just chilling at the carnival, enjoying his overpriced popcorn, when suddenly—
“OH MY GOD, LOOK! HE’S GOING TO PROPOSE!”
Ayan turned around.
Who? Me?!
Before he could react, the crowd was already cheering.
And the reason? A random girl—Isha—was standing in front of him, looking just as confused.
“What the hell is happening?” Isha muttered. in her head
Ayan whispered back, “I think they think we’re a couple.”
Isha blinked. “So run?”
Ayan looked around. “Too many cameras. If we run, we’ll be viral as ‘Cheapo Guy Who Ditched His Proposal.’”
Isha sighed. “Fine. Handle it.”
Ayan smirked. “Alright. Let’s have some fun.”
Chapter 2: The Proposal That Wasn’t
Without warning, Ayan dropped to one knee and grabbed Isha’s hand.
isha was still confused
“Will you—” he dramatically took a pause, “—kindly save me from public embarrassment and pretend to be my fiancée?”
Ayan silently said to Isha
Isha narrowed her eyes. Oh, two can play this game.
She gasped loudly, covering her mouth. “OH MY GOD, YES! A THOUSAND TIMES YES!”
The crowd went wild. People clapped, a random uncle wiped away fake tears, and a kid threw confetti (from where?!).
Before they knew it, someone yelled—“They should go on the Ferris wheel together!”
And just like that, they were dragged toward the ride.
Ayan whispered, “What the hell is happening?”
Isha smirked. “Karma. You started it.”
Chapter 3: The Ferris Wheel Realization
As the ride started, they burst into laughter.
“Bro, we just scammed like 50 people,” Ayan chuckled.
Isha nodded. “Yeah, and you got a fake fiancée in under 5 minutes. Impressive.”
Ayan smirked. “Guess I’m just that charming.”
Isha rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, I’m swooning. Can’t wait to fake-marry you now.”
They sat in silence for a moment, watching the carnival lights.
Ayan looked at her. “So… weirdest way you’ve met someone?”
Isha laughed. “This. By 1000%.”
Another pause.
Ayan suddenly grinned. “You know… we could totally keep this going.”
Isha raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
Ayan shrugged. “Free food? Special treatment? Maybe even a free honeymoon?”
Isha smirked. “You know what? Let’s do it. Let’s fake-date for the night.”
The Ferris wheel stopped. They got off, still hand in hand.
And just like that, their fake love story began.
But the real question was—how fake was it, really?