𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 ✓

42: confession

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AUTHOR'S POV:

As Aaliyana gazed at Zaviyaar, she couldn't help but notice how he bled an enigmatic allure of a character straight out of a tempting and mysterious dark romance novel. Oh, she suddenly realized how incredibly handsome Zaviyaar was. It's as if she has never truly noticed his impressive features before. It's almost as though he were meticulously crafted by some divine force, using all the time in the universe to ensure every detail was perfect.

Her perfect Mister Husband.

He was waving his hand at her to bring her out of her trance. Aaliyana moved towards him; she couldn't help but notice a dent in his pants--never mind, "I'll pretend that I never saw it," she thought to herself.

Zaviyaar looked stunning in a perfectly tailored tuxedo. The way his shirt clung to his toned muscles made Aaliyana's knees feel weak, and his coat hanging casually from his left hand only added to his irresistibly hot appearance as he leaned against the car.

"Chalein?" he questioned. She nodded, her eyes glistening with happiness. They sat in the car and Zaviyaar was stealing Aaliyana's glances from time to time.

He was not looking less than a Greek god, so hot and sexy. Aaliyana could feel incredibly fortunate to have him as her life partner. She often expresses this sentiment, and Aaliyana believes it's important to elevate the reality of our relationship by cherishing and celebrating it.

As she gazed at Zaviyaar, she couldn't help but reminisce about all the wonderful moments we've shared throughout our marriage journey.

"Are you done staring?" Zaviyaar said which broke her trance.

Aaliyana couldn't help but notice that the car came to a gentle halt, indicating that they had finally arrived at their intended location.

"Are we at the destination?" Aaliyana questioned him.

"No, I stopped the car so you could easily stare at me," As Zaviyaar looked at her, he couldn't help but notice a delicate, baby pink-colored blush gradually spreading across her cheeks. The sight made a small, knowing smile form on his lips.

Soon he started driving again and they reached their destination. Zaviyaar opened the door of the car for Aaliyana; a gentleman. They moved into the restaurant. Zaviyaar was completely captivated by his sweetheart, unable to tear his gaze away. In his gaze, she appeared utterly ethereal, radiating an otherworldly beauty that instantly evoked thoughts of a divine goddess.

He dragged a chair made her sit on it and proceeded towards his chair. It was kinda gauche for both of them but they were brushing off their thoughts. A server broke the awkward silence.

"Happy birthday ma'am, We are delighted to have you guys here tonight," Aaliyana and Zaviyaar, both smiled. He went away. Aaliyana couldn't help but notice there was no one expect but them.

"Zaviyaar, don't tell me you booked this whole place," Aaliyana questioned him knowing he had booked the whole place.

"No, I didn't," Zaviyaar answered. She doesn't even know but she was predicting that she would have reserved the whole place. "I didn't book the whole place I bought it, as they weren't allowing me to book the whole place," the revelation made Aaliyana gasp, she still doesn't know her billionaire husband.
Zaviyaar called a waiter, who came with the menu. They both looked at the menu. Aaliyana as usual ordered her pasta, Zaviyaar wanted to try something different so he went with steak and fries--one of the famous meals of Paris. They both placed their orders.

"Thank you so much Zaviyaar," Aaliyana commented being grateful to him.

"For what Aaliyana?" Zaviyaar questioned her. "For making this birthday special," she notified him of the reason.