His princess

I climbed the stairs, still holding onto Shivanya’s hand, excitement bubbling inside me.
When we reached the first floor, I hesitated for a second in front of my room, feeling strangely nervous.
I took a deep breath, turned the knob, and pushed the door open.

And I froze.

Oh. My. God.

My room...
It was like stepping into a fairy tale.
The whole room was decorated with pink and white balloons floating near the ceiling, delicate fairy lights wrapped around the windows and bedposts, giving everything a warm, dreamy glow.

I stepped in slowly, almost afraid that if I blinked, it would all disappear.
My bed was completely covered — not just with balloons, but dozens and dozens of gifts neatly arranged, each wrapped beautifully with silver ribbons.
It felt like I had walked straight into a dream I didn’t even know I had.

My throat tightened with overwhelming emotion.
Nobody had ever done something like this for me. Ever.

I turned slowly, my eyes drinking in every little detail.
And then... my gaze landed on something.

On the couch.

There, carefully laid out, was a dress.
But not just any dress.

It was a soft, pastel pink ball gown — the kind princesses wear in fairy tales — with a delicate shimmer to it, almost like it was kissed by stardust.
Beside it was a small, handwritten note.

I rushed over, my hands trembling slightly, and picked it up.

"A princess dress for my princess."
— S.

Tears stung the back of my eyes.
I clutched the note to my chest, my heart feeling too big for my body.

"Shivansh..." I whispered to no one in particular.
How does he always know exactly what my heart craves without me even saying it?

Devika walked in behind me with a soft smile.
"Shall we turn you into the real princess you already are?" she asked gently.

I nodded, wiping away a tear quickly, not wanting to ruin the moment.