TANGLED WITH YOU ✓ [COMPLETED]

66|●PARIS

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PARIS!!!

My dream destination.

The moment we stepped out of the airport, the crisp Parisian air kissed my skin, sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. The reality of it all settled in—I was finally here. Paris. The city I had spent years dreaming about, imagining every little detail through movies, books, and late-night fantasies. And yet, standing here, it was even more breathtaking than I had ever envisioned.

The city lights twinkled like scattered diamonds, casting golden hues onto the cobblestone streets. The charm of Paris was undeniable—the elegant architecture, the scent of freshly baked croissants and coffee drifting from nearby cafés, the soft murmur of French conversations in the air. It felt surreal, as if I had stepped into the pages of a fairytale.

I turned to Vansh, my heart swelling with emotions too big to contain. "Vansh, I can't believe you brought me to Paris for our honeymoon," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. My eyes searched his, as if trying to confirm that this wasn't just a beautiful dream. "This was your surprise?"

He smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets, his expression holding that signature mystery that always left me guessing. "Hmm, you can say it’s one of the surprises."

I blinked at him, my brows knitting together in confusion. "One of them?"

He chuckled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to my forehead before pulling away just as the hotel staff approached with our room key. "Well, wasn’t this on your bucket list?"

Tears pricked at my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away. I didn’t want to get too emotional, but how could I not? This wasn’t just a destination—it was a dream I had carried in my heart for so long. And Vansh, my wonderful, infuriatingly secretive husband, had made it come true.

I took a deep breath, trying to absorb the moment, to commit every tiny detail to memory. "Vansh, I… I don’t even have words."

He smirked, taking my hand and lacing his fingers through mine as he led me inside. "Then don’t say anything," he murmured, his thumb brushing gently over my knuckles. "Just feel it. Enjoy it. Because, mon amour, this is only the beginning."

And just like that, with my hand in his and the dazzling lights of Paris welcoming us, I knew—this trip, this moment, this man—was going to be unforgettable.

We stepped into our suite, and my breath hitched at the sheer elegance of the space. It was spacious yet cozy, with warm lighting that added to the romantic ambiance. A grand king-sized bed sat at the center, adorned with plush pillows and soft, inviting sheets. On the opposite side, two small couches framed a sleek coffee table, perfect for late-night conversations over a cup of coffee—or perhaps a glass of wine.

As I took in my surroundings, my gaze was inevitably drawn to the massive glass window across the room. My breath caught in my throat. The Eiffel Tower.