Dyuti was so excited about her trip to Paris. Right now, she is packing for the trip.
"Why do you women pack so many clothes?" Karan asked her looking at the three suitcases.
"Who said all three has clothes?" Dyuti asked and Karan's eyes bulged out of his sockets.
He knew Dyuti too well. She always had surprises up her sleeves. Karan walked towards Dyuti and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind."Okay, tell me what's in these suitcases?" Karan asked, his chin resting on her shoulder. Dyuti turned around and faced Karan. "Well, one suitcase has clothes, the second one has shoes and the third one has makeup," Dyuti said.
"MAKEUP?" Karan exclaimed shocked while Dyuti smiled and nodded.
"Women! You are telling me that this 7 kg suitcase has Makeup!" Karan asked and Dyuti nodded again.
"But don't worry, Karan. I also packed a surprise for you," Dyuti said with a mischievous grin on her face.
Karan's eyebrows rose in curiosity. "A surprise? What kind of surprise?" he asked, intrigued.
"Wait and Watch, Mr. Desai!" Dyuti said with a playful tone and winked at him.
Karan chuckled and pulled her into a tight embrace, "I can't wait to see what you have in store for me," he whispered softly in her ear.
As they pulled away from each other, Dyuti couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement knowing that this trip would be a memorable one. After all, she had planned everything down to the last detail.
The flight to Paris was long, but they made it through. And as they checked into their hotel, Dyuti could barely contain her excitement. "This is it, Karan! Our dream vacation!" she exclaimed as they entered their room.
Karan smiled at her enthusiasm and took her hand, "Yes, it is. And I can't wait to see what surprises you have in store for me."
"Idiot! Have some patience! We are on a one month honey-moon! Surprises in the last!" Dyuti said and Karan pouted.
The city of love embraced them with its enchanting charm. Days turned into nights as they strolled hand-in-hand along the romantic streets of Paris, savoring every moment of their much-anticipated getaway. They explored the hidden corners of the city and indulged in the finest French cuisine, their love growing stronger with each passing day. One evening, as they sat on a cozy bench overlooking the picturesque River Seine, Dyuti couldn't help but notice a sparkle in Karan's eyes. "What's going on in that mischievous mind of yours?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Well, My friend, Ryan Peterson and his wife are here for a party from London, It's their baby shower, they invited us to the party, will you go with me?" Karan asked and Dyuti nodded.
"But Karan! I have nothing to wear for the party! I only have casuals!" Dyuti said and Karan looked at her.
"Don't worry, Dove! I have already brought you a dress!" Saying this he showed her a huge gown, Cinderella gown,with thin straps.
"Its beautiful!" She exclaimed.
Dyuti couldn't believe how lucky she was to have Karan in her life. He always knew how to surprise her and make her feel special. As they got ready for the party, Dyuti slipped into the Cinderella gown and felt like a princess. Karan looked dapper in his suit, and they both felt like they were ready for a night to remember.
When they arrived at the party, they were greeted with warm hugs and congratulations from Ryan and his wife. The venue was beautifully decorated with flowers and balloons, and the music was lively. Dyuti couldn't help but feel grateful for being a part of such a wonderful celebration.
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The Secret Recipe of Love (BOOK 1 OF THE RECIPE SERIES)
Storie d'amore🌟🌟 BOOK 1 OF THE RECIPE SERIES 🌟🌟 He left her to take a shower and Dyuti was left broken and shattered completely. She leaned against the wall and sat on the floor. She curled her legs to the floor and wept silently. She was indeed in love with...
