Paasban

Chapter 23

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Zyra's POV:

Zyra's POV

I woke up to the soft light filtering through the sheer curtains, the sound of the city humming quietly outside. The crisp Parisian air seeped into the room, bringing with it a sense of new beginnings. I turned my head slightly to find Musa still asleep beside me, his features relaxed in the soft morning light. A sense of peace settled over me.

I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could and padded over to the window. Pulling the curtains aside, I caught my breath. Paris was even more beautiful in the daylight. The narrow streets, the quaint cafes, the hustle and bustle—it all felt like it was out of a movie.

"Admiring the view without me?" Musa’s sleepy voice broke the silence. I turned to see him stretching, a sleepy grin on his face.

"I couldn’t resist," I said, walking back to the bed and sitting on the edge beside him. "It’s so beautiful here."

Musa reached out and took my hand. "Well, we have the whole day to explore. What do you want to see first?"

I thought for a moment. "The Eiffel Tower, of course! I want to see it up close. And maybe take a boat ride on the Seine."

He chuckled, sitting up. "The Eiffel Tower it is, then. Let’s get ready."

After breakfast at a small café near the hotel, we made our way to the Eiffel Tower. As we approached, the sheer size of it took my breath away. Standing beneath it felt surreal, like we were part of something timeless.

Musa noticed my awe and smiled. "I knew you’d love it."

I smiled up at him. "It’s even more incredible in person."

We spent the next few hours walking around, taking in the sights, and snapping photos. Musa teased me about wanting to take pictures of everything, but I didn’t care. I wanted to remember every single moment.

Later, we found ourselves on a boat drifting down the Seine. The soft breeze carried the scent of the city, and I felt completely at peace. I rested my head on Musa’s shoulder as we passed under the bridges, the city’s landmarks rolling by one after another.

"This is perfect," I murmured, feeling the warmth of his arm around me.

"It’s only the beginning," Musa whispered, his voice filled with promise.

"How about a dinner date?" Musa teased, raising an eyebrow as we strolled along the riverbank.

I laughed softly. "Sure, but it better be something memorable. We are in Paris after all."

He grinned, squeezing my hand. "Trust me, I’ve got just the place."

We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering through Paris, but soon we headed back to the hotel to freshen up. I felt an excited buzz in the air as I stepped into the shower, the warm water washing away the tiredness from the day. After drying off, I slipped into a deep blue long frock, the fabric flowing elegantly around me. I grabbed a soft scarf and wrapped it around my neck, adding a subtle touch of elegance. I applied light makeup, just enough to enhance my features, then slid on a pair of delicate heels that matched the outfit.