❝When love is at its best,
One loves so much that
He cannot forget.❞
The years he spent loving her from afar. She was out of his league, also for her, he was non-existent.
Now, when he is a successful Movie star, will his first love find a happy en...
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I marked an 16+ scene in this chapter with *** at the start and end of the part.
First, they visited The Museum of Romantic Life. They strolled the gardens, inhaling the earthy scent of grass and the fragrance of flowers. It wasn't very crowded. The whole time, Sarfaraz held his wife's hand and pointed out couples casually making out. Fareeha blushed, pretending to unsee them. But he continued to tease her after having breakfast and beverages in the fully glass-ed café. Sarfaraz winked, passing her a mint, and he took one too. Fareeha was stunned, happy wala, about his sudden change. Finally, someone was giving her so much attention. He was her best friend first, and then her husband. So, she has nothing to complain or worry about.
Next, he took her shopping from Champs-Élysées. Price tags of everything blew Fareeha's mind. But he insisted.
"You shop for morning clothes. I will shop the nightclothes."
"Dude, have some sharam."
Sarfaraz laughed at her comment.
They had lunch in their hotel and chatted on the balcony facing the Eiffel Tower.
Sarfaraz began with his tease, but Fareeha pretended to sleep, citing a headache. He huffed and passed his time with the television. She did feel guilty, but her nervousness overpowered that.
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For the evening, Fareeha was embarrassed to wear the rose-gold mermaid gown in public.
"Dude, I will feel naked in this." She looked aghast, picking up the figure-hugging dress.
Sarfaraz got a solution. Instead of dining in front of the Eiffel Tower, they will make their own tiny restaurant here. On the cozy balcony.
He wore a blue shirt, keeping the buttons generously open, and white trousers with a black slim belt.
Sarfaraz arranged the red tablecloth over the round table and chairs to be side by side facing the city; the tower. One cup of chai crème brûlée with a teaspoon on her side and the other on his. After he was done, he straightened and turned to see Fareeha walking towards him. In his presence, she seemed confident. He admired her from bottom to top, taking in her beauty and simplicity. Why didn't he notice this before? They could have saved so much time.
