𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘. | 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈.

MALDIVES. 🏝️
[MAY 6TH,
1:29 PM.]

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THE COUPLE slipped out of the seaplane's door as Semaji helped Dovani carefully out of the plane. The humid, salty air enveloped them instantly, a stark contrast to the cool, controlled environment of the aircraft. As they stepped onto the floating dock, the turquoise waters of the lagoon glistened under the midday sun, a dazzling display of nature's artistry.

"Welcome ta' paradise," Semaji said with a warm smile, gesturing toward the sandy path that wound its way through lush greenery to their resort. Palms swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling softly, creating a tranquil melody that blended seamlessly with the distant calls of tropical birds.

Dovani took a deep breath, her eyes wide with wonder. "It's so pretty." she whispered, clutching Semaji's hand tightly.

Semaji nodded, his own heart racing with excitement. "Come on, I wanna see if you fuck wit' da lil' hotel cabin thing." he said, leading her towards the waiting golf cart that would take them to their overwater bungalow.

As they cruised along the wooden walkway, the crystal-clear water beneath them revealed schools of vibrant fish darting amongst coral reefs. The sun's rays danced on the surface, casting shimmering patterns that seemed almost magical.

Reaching their bungalow, a thatched-roof haven perched on stilts above the lagoon, they were greeted by a resort attendant who opened the door to reveal a luxurious interior. The open floor plan offered panoramic views of the ocean, and a glass panel in the floor allowed them to watch the marine life below. A private deck extended out over the water, complete with sun loungers and a ladder leading directly into the lagoon.

Dovani walked over to the edge of the deck, dipping her toes into the warm, inviting water. She turned to Semaji, her face alight with joy. "I can't believe we're finally here," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Semaji joined her at the water's edge, wrapping his arms around her. "This is just the beginning," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "We have a whole week to explore, relax, and make memories."

Semaji had knew he was messing up lately but he'd hope she atleast take the trip. He has the room lightly decorated with her favorite flowers and subtle touches. Orchids, lilies, and roses adorned every surface, their delicate fragrance filling the air. Candles flickered softly, casting a warm, inviting glow that danced on the walls.

A bottle of champagne sat chilling in a silver ice bucket, accompanied by a platter of fresh tropical fruits and artisanal chocolates. On the bed, a heart made of rose petals rested on the crisp white linens, surrounded by towels artfully folded into swans.