The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance, but Kabir and Shanaya were lost in their own world, sealed off from the bustling city of Paris.  Kabir had just dropped to one knee, presenting her with a ring that sparkled almost as brightly as his eyes.  She had said yes, and the city seemed to cheer with them. 

Now, they were back in their hotel suite, the door barely shut behind them before Kabir pinned Shanaya against the wall, his lips crashing onto hers with a hunger that matched her own.

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Shanaya's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she kissed him back with fervor.  Their tongues danced, exploring, tasting, reclaiming each other in a way that was both familiar and exhilaratingly new.  Kabir's hands roamed her body, gripping her hips, pulling her against him so she could feel his hardness, his need.  She gasped into his mouth, her body already aching for him.

"Kabir," she breathed, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.  "I need you."

A low growl escaped his throat, and he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed.  He laid her down gently, but his eyes were wild, his breath ragged.  He crawled over her, his body covering hers, his lips finding her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, his hands tearing at her clothes, desperate to be skin to skin.

Shanaya arched against him, her body begging for more.  She pulled at his clothes, her fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers, her impatience matching his.  Their clothes were discarded haphazardly, a trail of fabric leading to the bed, where they lay, finally skin to skin, heart to heart, soul to soul.

Kabir's lips found hers again, his kiss deep and possessive.  His hands explored her body, memorizing every curve, every line, every scar.  He broke away, his lips trailing down her body, his tongue tasting her, his teeth nipping gently, sending shivers of pleasure through her.  He took his time, teasing, tasting, worshipping her body, driving her wild with need.

Shanaya's hands gripped the sheets, her body arching off the bed as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy.  "Kabir, please," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper.  "I need you inside me."

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, a wicked smile playing on his lips.  "With pleasure, ma'am," he murmured, his voice a low growl.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers as he slowly pushed into her, inch by inch, filling her, completing her.  They both moaned, their bodies stilling for a moment, savoring the feeling of being one.

Then, he began to move, his hips rolling, his body taking hers in a dance as old as time.  Shanaya met his thrusts, her body matching his rhythm, their love making passionate and raw, a promise, a claim, a seal on their future together.

The room filled with the sounds of their passion, their bodies slapping together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their moans and groans a symphony of desire.  Kabir's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, holding her in place as he pounded into her, his body demanding, his love possessive.

Shanaya scratched his back, her nails digging into his flesh, marking him as hers.  "Kabir," she cried out, her body trembling on the edge of release.  "Don't stop."

He looked down at her, his eyes wild, his body glistening with sweat.  "Never," he promised, his voice a hoarse growl.

With a final, powerful thrust, he sent them both over the edge, their bodies convulsing, their voices crying out each other's names as they found their release together.

Kabir collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.  He rolled off her, pulling her into his arms, their bodies still entwined, their hearts still racing.

Shanaya looked up at him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.  "That was... intense," she murmured, her voice a low purr.

He smiled back, his eyes soft with love.  "You're intense, Shanaya.  And I love you.  Forever."

She snuggled closer, her body fitting perfectly against his.  "Forever," she agreed, her voice a soft whisper.

And as they lay there, their bodies sated, their hearts full, they knew that this was just the beginning.  Their love story was written in the stars.

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THE NEXT MORNING :

SHANAYA'S POV :

The soft morning sun kissed the sheer curtains, casting golden patterns across the suite. My body felt weightless, like I was still floating on last night’s magic. The Eiffel Tower sparkled faintly in the distance, but nothing could outshine the sparkle on my finger.

I smiled — no, I beamed.

I turned to my side, the silk sheets brushing against my bare skin, and saw him. Kabir. My fiancé. My forever. His eyes were already on me, filled with a warmth that could melt glaciers.

"Good morning, fiancée," he whispered, his voice rough with sleep and love.

God, that word. Fiancée. Every time I heard it, my heart did somersaults.

He reached out and intertwined our fingers, his thumb gently grazing the diamond on my ring. “I had a dream last night… that you said yes.”

I chuckled, bringing his hand to my lips. “I think it wasn’t a dream, Mr. Malhotra. I think you really did get lucky.”

He laughed, low and rich, and leaned in to kiss my forehead. “Luck has nothing on me when it comes to you.”

Then, he did something that made my heart feel like it was wrapped in ribbons — he took my hand and gently placed it over his chest, right where his heart beat steady and strong. “This is yours. Always has been.”

A bouquet of deep red roses lay forgotten on the bed beside me, their scent blending with the scent of him. I covered my face with one hand, overwhelmed — too many emotions dancing inside me.

Kabir reached for my other hand, the one with the ring, and kissed each finger. “Still can’t believe you’re mine,” he murmured.



I peeked from behind my hand, cheeks pink. “And I can’t believe you planned all of that. The lights, the music, the families hiding — you absolute maniac!”

He smirked, that wicked but heart-melting smirk. “You loved it.”

I sat up slowly, wrapping the sheet around me. “I didn’t just love it. I lived a dream, Kabir.”

He leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek. “Then let me keep making you dream.”

Before I could answer, he pulled me into his arms, both of us laughing as we tumbled back into the bed like teenagers in love. He tickled my waist and whispered ridiculous nothings into my ear, and I laughed until tears formed in my eyes.

Then suddenly, he stilled.

“I want to wake up like this for the rest of my life,” he said, voice serious, lips brushing my shoulder.

I turned to him, tracing the outline of his jaw. “Then don’t ever stop waking me up.”

We lay there, tangled in each other, time stretching into something eternal. No deadlines, no expectations — just us, in a golden Paris morning, in love, engaged, and completely lost in one another.

And for once, the world was silent, except for the rhythm of two hearts beating together… one promise at a time.

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End of the chapter

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