Paasban

Chapter 25

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Zyra's POV:

I stretched as I felt the morning rays hit my face. I groaned and turned to the other side, my eyes fluttering open. Musa wasn’t there. I glanced up and saw him standing by the window, engrossed in a call. His back was to me, his posture tense. I sighed softly, sinking back into the pillows and closing my eyes again.

The warmth of the sun mixed with the coolness of the morning air, and for a moment, I considered going back to sleep. But my mind wouldn’t settle. Something about the way Musa stood there, his voice low but serious, made me curious.

After a few minutes, I peeked over the blankets again, watching him. His brow furrowed as he spoke, pacing slightly, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on.

Finally, he hung up and turned, catching me staring. A soft smile tugged at his lips. "You’re awake," he said, walking over to the bed.

"Everything okay?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

He nodded, though the tension still lingered in his expression. "Just work stuff. Nothing for you to worry about."

I raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

Musa sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Yeah. Just some meetings I have to take care of, but nothing that’ll interfere with us."

I reached for his hand, giving it a squeeze. "As long as you’re not too stressed."

He smiled, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "Don’t worry. I’m fine. Today’s all about us, remember?"

I smiled back, the warmth of his touch and the sound of his voice calming any lingering worries. "Good. Then let’s get ready and make the most of it."

"So, what's the plan?" I asked, getting out of bed and stretching, my arms reaching up as I felt the last traces of sleep leave my body.

Musa leaned back on the bed, hands behind his head, watching me with a smirk. "Well, we could start with breakfast in a cozy little café I found yesterday. After that, maybe a boat ride on the Seine? And if you’re up for it, we can spend the afternoon exploring Montmartre."

I smiled, feeling a thrill of excitement at the thought of wandering through Paris with him. "Sounds perfect. Let’s get ready then!"

He chuckled, sitting up and pulling me back toward him. "Not so fast. How about we take a little more time to enjoy the morning first?"

I raised an eyebrow, my hands on my hips. "We’re in Paris, Musa! No time to waste."

He grinned, tugging me gently into his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist. "We’ve got all the time in the world, Mrs. Jawad."

I let out a small laugh, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "Okay, okay... five more minutes."

"Just five?" he teased, pressing a light kiss to my neck.

I blushed, rolling my eyes playfully. "Maybe ten," I admitted, leaning into him as the morning sun filled the room with a soft, golden glow.

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"Pose, Musa!" I said excitedly as we stood in the boat, floating lazily along the Seine. The iconic bridges of Paris loomed in the background, and the Eiffel Tower stood tall in the distance.

Musa chuckled, pulling me closer with one arm around my waist. "A selfie," he announced, holding up the camera with his free hand. He clicked a few photos, both of us laughing at the moment.

"These will be perfect memories," I said, glancing at the photos on his camera. "We should print them and make an album."

Musa nodded, his gaze shifting back to the Parisian skyline. "Yeah, but none of these will do justice to what I'm seeing right now."

I turned to look at him, curious. "What do you mean?"

He looked at me, his eyes soft. "The view... of you, here, with me. No photo could ever capture this feeling."

I felt my cheeks warm at his words, the sweetness of the moment wrapping around me like a warm blanket. "You always know just what to say, don't you?" I teased, nudging him playfully.

He grinned. "Well, I do try. But you make it easy, you know."

We stood there in silence for a moment, soaking in the beauty of Paris and the peace of the river, the sounds of the water lapping against the boat calming us.

"Let's make today unforgettable," I whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"It already is," he replied, kissing the top of my head.

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"Today, we'll go to Les Deux Magots," Musa said, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "It's a very popular café around here. I went there three years ago... it was perfect," he added with a nostalgic smile.

I nodded eagerly. "That's a yes from me! I'd love to go," I replied, matching his enthusiasm.

As we walked hand in hand through the cobblestone streets of Paris, the sun filtered through the trees, casting a golden hue over everything. The charm of the city surrounded us—the chatter of people, the clinking of glasses from nearby cafés, and the distant sound of street musicians playing their tunes.

By the time we arrived at Les Deux Magots, the outdoor seating was already buzzing with locals and tourists alike, all sipping coffee and enjoying pastries. Musa led me to a table near the edge, where we had a perfect view of the bustling square.

“This place has such a vibe,” I commented, looking around at the stylish people and the timeless ambiance of the café.

Musa smiled, his eyes softening as he gazed at me. “It’s even better now that I’m here with you.”

I blushed, feeling that familiar warmth spread through me. We ordered coffee and a selection of French pastries, the aroma of fresh croissants and espresso filling the air around us.

As we sat there, sharing bites of buttery croissants and sipping our drinks, I couldn’t help but feel like this was exactly where we were supposed to be—wrapped up in the magic of Paris, in our own little world.

"I could get used to this," I said softly, glancing up at him.

Musa leaned forward, his hand brushing against mine on the table. "You and me, here or anywhere... it's always perfect."

We sat there for hours, talking, laughing, and watching the world go by, completely lost in the moment.

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What should they do next? Any ideas~