The observatory was quiet, bathed in silver moonlight. The dome above stretched open to reveal a sky ablaze with stars—an endless canvas of dreams. Kiara stood near the telescope, her fingers tracing its cool metal surface, unaware that tonight would change everything.
Aarav approached silently, his heart pounding like a launch countdown. In his hand was a small velvet box, its weight heavier than any satellite he had ever built. He paused for a moment, watching her silhouette against the starlit sky, and thought: This is my forever.
"Kiara," he said softly.
She turned, her smile lighting up the darkness. "You look… different," she teased gently. "Like a man who's conquered the universe."
He shook his head, stepping closer. "Not the universe. Just one star."
Her breath caught as he took her hands, his touch warm and steady. "I've spent my life chasing the sky," he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. "But every time I looked up, I realized something—the stars mean nothing without someone to share them with."
Kiara's eyes shimmered, her throat tight. "Aarav…"
He dropped to one knee, the velvet box opening to reveal a ring that glimmered like stardust. "You're my gravity, Kiara. My anchor. My home. Will you marry me?"
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she laughed through the sobs. "Yes," she whispered, her voice breaking. "A thousand times yes."
Aarav slid the ring onto her finger, his hands shaking. Then he rose, pulling her into his arms, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was tender, deep, and infinite—like the sky above them.
When they broke apart, breathless, Kiara whispered against his lips, "Looks like you finally launched the most important mission of your life."
He smiled, his forehead resting against hers. "And it's a mission I'll never stop flying."
Under the stars, two souls collided—not in chaos, but in love that promised eternity.