Inspired by real Maldivian sunsets, questionable proposal coordination, and the fact that dropping the ring is basically a rite of passage.

🧡 The Vibe
The golden hour in Meedhoo? Pure magic.
The sky melted into soft pinks and fiery oranges, palm trees swayed like they had nowhere to be, and the Indian Ocean whispered secrets to the shore. It was the kind of evening that made you believe in love stories.

And that’s exactly what Aayan was counting on.

📋 The Plan
Aayan didn’t want a cookie-cutter beach proposal. No rose petals in a heart shape. No violinist hiding in the bushes.

He wanted them—a little messy, a little extra, a whole lot of heart.
So, he recruited... well, the entire island.

• Ibrahim, his best friend and café owner, handled the distraction.

• Hassan, the legendary local fisherman, lent his dhoani boat.

• The neighborhood kids? Sworn to secrecy—thanks to a generous candy bribe.

All Layla knew? She was getting a “special sunset cruise.”

🍰 The Distraction
"You really need me to try all four flavors?" Layla squinted at Ibrahim, fork halfway to her mouth.
"Absolutely," he said, sweating bullets. "This is… a revolutionary coconut cake experiment."

Meanwhile, Aayan was outside frantically texting:

Aayan: “Is she still there??”
Ibrahim: “Yes. She’s asking why coconut cake needs ‘flavor testing.’ HURRY.”

✨ The Setup
Layla finally escaped the “cake lab.”
Outside, Aayan stood at the dock, grinning like a man who'd just pulled off a rom-com-level heist.

"Took you long enough," he teased.
"Ibrahim suddenly became very invested in my taste buds," she replied suspiciously.
"Get in the boat."

🚤 The Cruise
The dhoani glided across the calm lagoon, draped in fairy lights. The sky blazed orange and gold. Layla leaned into Aayan, her heart full.

"This is perfect," she whispered.
"Not yet," he whispered back.

He gave Hassan a nod. The engine cut. Silence. Sunset. And then...

💍 The Moment
"Layla," Aayan began, voice barely louder than the waves,
"You once said Meedhoo sunsets make you believe in forever. I want our forever to start right here."

Cue the pocket reach. Cue the ring.

Cue the ring—slipping—
bouncing—
rolling toward the edge of the boat—
"NO—"

Aayan lunged. He caught it just in time.

Layla? Absolutely losing it.
"Smooth," she said between laughs and tears.

Still, he dropped to one knee.
"Okay, forget the speech. Will you marry me? Preferably before I drop it again?"

💋 The Answer
She didn’t say yes.
She kissed him. Same difference.

And then—cheers? From… where??

Half of Meedhoo popped out from nearby boats, whooping, clapping, tossing flower petals into the water.

• Hassan honked a horn.

• Ibrahim threw cake into the air (probably).

• The kids screamed, “SHE SAID YES!”

📖 Epilogue
Years later, they’d still laugh about the ring, the fairy-lit dhoani, and their accidental island audience.

Every time they visited Meedhoo, Hassan would grin and say:
"Need the boat again? This time I’ll tie the ring to your hand."

The End. 💕
(And yes, they did order coconut cake for the wedding.)