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A year has passed, and Reyansh's life had turned into a routine of emptiness and regret.
No matter how hard he tried, Noor was nowhere to be found.
He had searched everywhere, left no stone unturned, but she had vanished without a trace.
The once-confident Reyansh now carried an air of melancholy.
He buried himself in work, hoping it would numb the pain, but every moment without Noor felt like a lifetime.
On a brisk morning in Paris, Noor strolled along the cobblestone streets, holding a cup of coffee in her hand.
Her life had changed in the past year. She had started afresh, leaving behind the memories of Reyansh and the heartbreak.
Paris had given her a new identityâa successful designer with a growing reputation.
But deep inside, she still carried the ache of leaving behind the man she had once loved more than anything.
As she entered a chic boutique to finalize a collection for an upcoming fashion show, she felt a strange sense of nostalgia tugging at her heart.
Meanwhile, Reyansh landed in Paris for a business meeting. He had never cared for business trips before, but this one felt different.
Something about Paris reminded him of Noorâher elegance, her love for art, her fascination with the city of romance.
After finishing the meeting, Reyansh decided to explore the city.
He wandered into a luxurious mall, his mind lost in memories of Noor. That's when fate decided to intervene.
As he passed by a boutique, his eyes fell on a familiar figure.
She was standing near a mannequin, her attention fixed on adjusting a garment. His heart stopped for a moment, and the world around him blurred.
"Noor," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
She hadn't seen him yet, and he stood there, frozen, trying to process what he was seeing.
Was it really her?
After a year of searching, could it be possible that she was right here, in front of him?
Summoning all his courage, Reyansh took a step forward and called out her name.
"Noor."
She turned around, her breath hitching as her eyes met his. For a moment, it felt like time had stopped. The world around them faded, leaving just the two of them.
"Reyansh?" she said, her voice filled with disbelief.
Noor stood frozen, her coffee cup trembling in her hand. Reyansh's eyes were filled with desperation as he took a step closer, but Noor instinctively moved back.
"What are you doing here?" she asked coldly, her voice void of emotion.
"I've been looking for you, Noor," Reyansh said, his voice heavy with guilt.
"Every day since you left, I've been searching for you."
Noor stood still, staring at Reyansh, her heart heavy with the weight of the past.
Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, as if shielding herself from him. Reyansh's eyes, however, bore into hers with a mixture of desperation and regret.
"Noor, I know you don't want to see me," Reyansh started, his voice trembling slightly. "But you need to hear the truth."
Noor raised a hand, silencing him.
"Truth? You've come to talk about truth after everything? After leaving me with no explanation, after humiliating me with those divorce papers?"
Reyansh clenched his fists, his voice cracking. "I didn't send those divorce papers, Noor. It was Anaya. She tricked me. She made it look like you wanted the divorce."
Noor's brows furrowed, confusion and anger flickering in her eyes. "What are you talking about?"
"She sent me the papers," Reyansh explained, taking a step closer.
"They had your signature on them. I thought you wanted to leave me. I was shattered, and in my anger and pride, I didn't even confront you. I believed her lies, Noor."
Noor shook her head, her voice rising. "You believed her, Reyansh? Without a single question, without talking to me? You thought so little of me, of us, that you walked away without even trying to understand?"
Reyansh's guilt weighed heavily on him. "I know I was wrong. I know I hurt you, and I've been paying for that mistake every day since then. Noor, I've been searching for you, trying to find you, to tell you the truth. I was a fool to believe Anaya, but please, believe me when I say I never wanted this."
Tears welled up in Noor's eyes, but she quickly wiped them away.
"You broke me, Reyansh. Do you even understand what it felt like to be left like that? To think that the man I loved didn't even care enough to fight for me?"
"I care, Noor," Reyansh said, his voice trembling.
"I've always cared. I let my insecurities and anger get the better of me, but I swear to you, I've never stopped loving you. I've come here to ask for your forgiveness and to fix what I broke."
Noor turned away, her back to him as she struggled to control her emotions.
"Forgiveness isn't enough, Reyansh. It's not just about forgiving you. It's about trusting you again, and I don't know if I can."
Reyansh's shoulders slumped, his heart heavy.
"I'll wait, Noor. For as long as it takes, I'll wait. I'll prove myself to you, and I'll earn your trust back. Just don't shut me out completely."
Noor didn't respond. She stood silently, tears streaming down her cheeks, as Reyansh watched her walk away, leaving him standing alone once again.
Reyansh vows silently to win back Noor's trust and love, no matter how long it takes.
>
Reyansh paced back and forth in his hotel suite, his mind racing. Noor's coldness and silence haunted him.
He couldn't let things remain the way they were. Determined, he grabbed his coat and headed straight to her apartment, the address he had discreetly gathered.
When he reached her doorstep, he hesitated for a moment before knocking.
The door opened, revealing Noor, dressed casually in a cream sweater and jeans, her expression neutral but her eyes guarded.
"What are you doing here, Reyansh?" Noor asked flatly, crossing her arms.
Reyansh inhaled deeply, his heart pounding. "I needed to see you, Noor. We can't keep avoiding this. We need to talk."
Noor sighed, stepping aside reluctantly to let him in.
She motioned for him to sit, but Reyansh remained standing, unable to contain his restlessness.
"Noor," he started, "I know you don't trust me anymore, and I know I've hurt you beyond repair, but I need you to hear me out."
Noor leaned against the wall, her expression unreadable.
"What's left to say, Reyansh? You've already said enough."
Reyansh ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his tone. "I believed lies, Noor. I let my anger and pride ruin everything. I should've come to you, should've confronted you. But I didn't. I was wrong. I've been trying to fix this ever since."
Noor's lips pressed into a thin line. "Fix this? You think apologizing now, after all this time, will magically undo the damage? Reyansh, you left me alone when I needed you the most. You didn't fight for me. You didn't trust me."
Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. "I know, Noor. I've been carrying that guilt every single day. But I swear, I've never stopped loving you."
Noor shook her head, tears threatening to spill. "Love? If you truly loved me, you wouldn't have let Anaya's lies come between us. You wouldn't have walked away so easily. Love isn't just about saying the words, Reyansh. It's about standing by someone, no matter what."
Reyansh stepped closer, his voice soft but desperate. "I'm standing by you now, Noor. I'm here. Just give me a chance to make things right."
Noor stepped back, creating a distance between them. "You don't get to decide that, Reyansh. You don't get to show up after a year and expect me to forget everything."
Reyansh's shoulders slumped, defeat washing over him. "I don't expect you to forget, Noor. I just... I just want to be in your life again, however you'll have me."
Noor looked away, her voice trembling. "I can't do this right now. Please leave."
Reyansh opened his mouth to protest but stopped when he saw the pain in her eyes.
Nodding slowly, he turned and walked toward the door. Before leaving, he looked back at her, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm not giving up, Noor. Not on you, not on us."
The door closed behind him, leaving Noor standing alone, tears streaming down her face as she struggled with the storm of emotions his presence had unleashed.
Reyansh walks away, his heart heavy but his resolve stronger than ever, while Noor remains conflicted, torn between the love she once had for him and the pain of his betrayal.
>
The days following Reyansh's failed confrontation with Noor were a blur of frustration and longing.
He stayed in Paris longer than planned, finding excuses to remain close, hoping for another chance.
Noor, however, had built an unshakable wall around her heart, determined not to let him in again.
One afternoon, Reyansh stood outside a quaint café near Noor's apartment, watching from a distance as she sat with a friend, laughing softly.
Her smile, though faint, reminded him of the warmth he'd lost. He ached to be the reason for that smile again.
Noor noticed him but didn't acknowledge his presence, deliberately turning her attention to her friend.
The message was clearâshe wasn't ready to engage. Reyansh clenched his fists, biting back the urge to approach her then and there.
Later that evening, Noor returned home to find an envelope slipped under her door. Inside was a handwritten letter from Reyansh.
The Letter:
Noor,
I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear from, but I can't leave without saying this.
I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to know the truth. The divorce papers weren't from youâthey were Anaya's doing.
I didn't listen to you, and that's my biggest regret.
I've been searching for you every day for the past year. My mornings began with hope, and my nights ended with guilt.
You've always been my world, Noor, even when I was too blind to see it.
I don't want to force my presence into your life. If you truly believe we're better apart, I'll leave you alone.
But if there's even a small part of you that still cares, I'm here, waiting. Always yours,
Reyansh.
Noor's hands trembled as she read the letter. Her heart ached, but her mind screamed caution.
She couldn't ignore the hurt he'd caused, yet a small part of her wondered if his remorse was genuine.
>
The next day, Reyansh sat in his hotel room, staring at his phone, hoping for a message or call from Noor.
None came. He sighed, deciding to head to a nearby park to clear his mind.
Fate, however, had other plans. As he walked through the park, he spotted
Noor sitting alone on a bench, her face tilted toward the setting sun. Gathering his courage, he approached cautiously.
"Noor..." he called softly.
She turned, her expression neutral but her eyes betraying a mix of emotions. "What are you doing here, Reyansh?"
"I didn't mean to disturb you," he said, his voice earnest. "I just... I wanted to give you space, but I couldn't stay away."
Noor sighed, standing up. "Space is exactly what I need, Reyansh. You can't just show up everywhere I go."
"I'm not trying to intrude," he replied quickly.
"I'm just trying to prove to you that I'm not the same man who hurt you. Please, Noor, just give me one chance."
Noor looked at him, her voice steady but cold. "You had your chance, Reyansh. And you ruined it. You made me feel like I was nothing. You broke me."
His heart shattered at her words, but he refused to give up. "I know I did, Noor. And I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you let me. But if you really want me to leave, I will. Just say the word."
Noor hesitated, her resolve wavering for the briefest moment before she took a step back.
"I don't know if I can trust you again, Reyansh. I need time."
Reyansh nodded, his eyes filled with pain but also determination.
"Take all the time you need. I'll wait. I'll always wait for you."
Noor turned and walked away, leaving Reyansh standing alone in the fading light.
>
Days turned into weeks, and Reyansh remained in Paris, determined to prove himself to Noor.
He didn't push or force his presence, instead choosing to let his actions speak louder than his words.
Noor, meanwhile, buried herself in work, trying to suppress the emotions that threatened to resurface every time she saw him.
>
One crisp morning, Noor arrived at her favorite café only to find a small box sitting on her usual table.
Curious and slightly wary, she opened it to find a simple silver bracelet with a single charm: a small infinity symbol. There was a note inside.
The Note:
Forever, no matter where we stand. Take your time, Noor. I'll wait.
Reyansh
Her heart clenched at the sight. She set the bracelet aside, telling herself it didn't matter, but the thought of him waiting so patiently began to chip away at her resolve.
One evening, as Noor walked home from work, she noticed a crowd gathered near a small street performance.
The music was beautiful, a soft blend of piano and violin. As she drew closer, she realized the melody was familiarâit was the tune Reyansh used to hum absentmindedly.
Her eyes widened when she saw him standing at the edge of the crowd, his hands in his pockets, watching her intently.
He didn't approach her, didn't say a word, but his presence was enough to unsettle her carefully guarded heart.
That night, Noor sat in her apartment, staring at the bracelet on her table.
She couldn't deny that Reyansh was trying, but she was still afraid to let him in again. The scars of their past were too fresh, too deep.
The next day, Noor received a message from Reyansh.
The message:
Noor,
I know I've hurt you, and I know I can't erase the pain I've caused. But I want to be betterânot just for you, but for myself. Being apart from you has shown me how much I took you for granted, how blind I was to the love you gave me.
If you never forgive me, I'll understand. But I want you to know that I'll always care for you. And if there's even the smallest part of you that believes we can have a future together, I'll be here, waiting for you.
Always,
Reyansh.
Noor's fingers hovered over her keyboard, torn between replying and staying silent.
Ultimately, she closed her laptop without responding, unsure of what to say.
A week later, Reyansh decided to make one last effort.
He arranged for a small dinner at the restaurant where they'd first met, leaving a handwritten invitation at her door.
The Invitation:
Noor,
I don't expect anything from you, but I would love to have one meal together. No expectations, no pressure. Just us.
Reyansh.
When the evening came, Reyansh sat nervously at the reserved table, unsure if she would show up.
Minutes turned into an hour, and his hope began to wane. Just as he was about to leave, the door opened, and Noor walked in.
Her expression was unreadable, but the fact that she came at all was enough to reignite the spark of hope in Reyansh's heart.
"Hi," he said softly, standing as she approached.
"Hi," she replied, her voice equally soft.
The silence between Reyansh and Noor at the table was palpable, but it wasn't entirely uncomfortable.
Reyansh couldn't take his eyes off herâdressed simply yet effortlessly stunning, she carried an air of confidence tinged with hesitance.
Noor, on the other hand, kept her gaze on the table, fiddling with the corner of the menu, unsure of how to begin.
"So," Reyansh started, breaking the silence, "I didn't think you'd come."
"I didn't think I would either," Noor admitted, her tone neutral. "But here I am."
A faint smile tugged at his lips. "That's more than I deserve."
Noor sighed, looking up at him. "Reyansh, you can't just show up after a year and expect everything to go back to how it was. It's not that simple."
"I know," he replied earnestly. "I don't expect things to go back to how they were. Frankly, I don't want that. I want us to be better than we were. But I also know I have to earn that, and I'm willing to wait as long as it takes."
His words caught her off guard. The Reyansh she remembered had always been impulsive, quick to speak but slow to think.
This version of him felt differentâmore measured, more genuine.
The waiter arrived, interrupting their conversation. They placed their orders in silence, and once the waiter left, Reyansh spoke again.
"I want to apologize, Noor. Not just for what happened a year ago, but for everything before thatâfor all the times I didn't listen to you, for all the times I let my ego get in the way." He paused, his eyes glistening with sincerity. "I was a fool, and I'm sorry."
Noor's chest tightened. She had spent so long resenting him, building walls around her heart to keep him out.
Hearing his heartfelt apology threatened to crack those walls.
"I don't know if I can forgive you," she said honestly. "I don't even know if I can trust you again."
"I understand," Reyansh said softly.
"I've hurt you in ways I can never undo. But if there's even the smallest part of you that's willing to give me another chance, I promise I'll do everything I can to make things right."
Their food arrived, and they ate in relative silence, the weight of their conversation lingering in the air.
But as the night progressed, the tension began to ease. Reyansh cracked a few lighthearted jokes, and Noor found herself smiling despite her best efforts to remain guarded.
As they walked out of the restaurant, Reyansh stopped and turned to Noor. "Can I show you something?"
Noor hesitated but nodded. "Okay."
He led her to a small park nearby, where a path lit by fairy lights wound through the trees.
At the end of the path was a bench overlooking a quiet pond.
"This is where I've been coming every evening since I got here," Reyansh said, sitting down. "It reminds me of youâcalm, beautiful, and peaceful."
Noor sat beside him, her heart conflicted. She didn't know if she was ready to let him back into her life, but for the first time in a long while, she felt the tiniest glimmer of hope.
"Reyansh," she said softly, "I need time. I can't promise you anything right now."
"I'll take whatever you're willing to give," he replied, his voice steady.
>
The days in Paris were slow but steady. Reyansh didn't push Noor to forgive him; he respected her space, knowing that rebuilding her trust would take time.
He immersed himself in his business meetings during the day but always found himself wandering to the same park at night, silently hoping Noor might show up.
Noor, meanwhile, tried to focus on her work, but her thoughts constantly drifted back to Reyansh.
Despite her reluctance, the sincerity in his eyes and his unwavering determination to make amends tugged at her heart.
She was conflicted, torn between her lingering feelings for him and the pain of the past.
>
One evening, as Noor was wrapping up a long day at her studio, she received a message from Reyansh.
Reyansh: "If you're not too busy, I'd like to show you something. No pressure."
She hesitated, her finger hovering over the screen. After a deep breath, she replied:
Noor: "Where?"
Within minutes, he sent her the location. It was a quiet art gallery near Montmartre.
When Noor arrived, she found Reyansh waiting for her outside, dressed casually but impeccably, as always. His face lit up when he saw her.
"I wasn't sure you'd come," he admitted.
"I wasn't sure either," she said, her tone guarded but not cold.
He gestured toward the entrance. "Shall we?"
As they walked inside, Noor's breath hitched. The gallery was small and intimate, with soft lighting highlighting a series of paintings.
But what caught her attention was that every painting seemed to tell their story.
The first painting depicted a couple sitting under a tree, much like the spot where they had first met in college.
The next showed a wedding venue, but the bride and groom were standing apart, their faces blurred with uncertainty.
Noor moved slowly, taking in each piece. As she reached the final painting, she froze.
It was a beautiful depiction of a pond under a starry sky, the same one they had sat by a few nights ago. Beneath the painting was a plaque that read:
"A second chanceâif she's willing to give it."
Tears welled in Noor's eyes. She turned to Reyansh, who was watching her nervously.
"You did all this?" she asked, her voice trembling.
He nodded. "I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, how much I regret everything. Noor, I've spent every day of the past year thinking about you, about us. I know I can't change the past, but I want to build a future with you. If you'll let me."
Noor's heart was pounding. The walls she had built around herself were crumbling, piece by piece.
"Reyansh," she began, "you hurt me. You broke my trust, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to forget that."
"I don't expect you to forget," he said, stepping closer. "But I hope you can forgive me, in time. I'll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you."
For a moment, the gallery was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Then, to Reyansh's surprise, Noor took his hand.
"I'm not saying I forgive you," she said softly. "But I'm willing to try."
Reyansh's eyes lit up with hope. "That's more than I could have asked for."
They left the gallery together, walking through the quiet streets of Paris.
For the first time in over a year, there was a sense of peace between themâa fragile but promising start to something new.
As they reached Noor's apartment, Reyansh hesitated. "Can I take you out tomorrow? A proper date this time."
Noor smiled faintly. "We'll see."
>
Days turned into weeks, and the fragile thread between Noor and Reyansh slowly began to strengthen.
They were cautious, careful not to bring up the past too often, but the emotions they had buried deep within themselves were still there, alive and strong.
One afternoon, they found themselves walking along the Seine River.
The autumn breeze ruffled Noor's hair, and Reyansh couldn't help but steal glances at her as she spoke about her latest project.
"You're not even listening," Noor said, catching his gaze.
"I am," Reyansh replied, smirking. "But I got distracted."
"By what?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"By you," he admitted.
Noor looked away, hiding the blush that crept up her cheeks. "You're still the same flirt."
"Only for you," he said, his voice softer now.
The silence that followed wasn't awkward; it was comfortable, filled with unspoken words that neither of them dared to say out loud.
Later that evening, they ended up at a quaint little café tucked away in a quiet corner of the city.
Over coffee and pastries, they laughed like they used to, reminiscing about the silly moments they shared before everything fell apart.
"Do you remember that time you spilled coffee on my laptop during that client presentation?" Reyansh teased.
Noor groaned. "Don't remind me! I thought you were going to fire me right there."
"I should have," he joked, then added, "But I couldn't. I liked you too much."
Noor looked at him, surprised by his honesty. "You never told me that."
"There's a lot I never told you," Reyansh said, his tone serious now.
"Like how I couldn't sleep the night after our first fight because I was afraid I'd lose you. Or how seeing you smile could turn the worst day into the best one."
Noor's heart clenched. She could feel the sincerity in his words, and it was making it harder to keep her walls up.
"Reyansh..." she began, but he interrupted her.
"You don't have to say anything," he said quickly. "I just wanted you to know."
As they walked back to Noor's apartment that night, she couldn't help but think about how much Reyansh had changed.
He wasn't the same man who had let his anger and insecurities ruin everything. He was patient now, gentle, and so full of love that it made her heart ache.
When they reached her building, Noor turned to him. "Reyansh, do you still love me?"
His eyes softened as he looked at her. "I never stopped."
She took a deep breath, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her.
"I never stopped loving you either," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Reyansh's heart soared at her confession, but he didn't push her for more.
Instead, he simply reached out and held her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Then we'll figure this out, together," he said.
For the first time in years, Noor felt like she could truly believe him.
The days following their heartfelt confessions were like a breath of fresh air.
The heavy clouds of misunderstandings and pain seemed to dissipate, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and warmth.
Noor and Reyansh finally began to find their way back to each other.
>
One sunny afternoon, Reyansh showed up at Noor's office with a bouquet of her favorite white lilies.
She was surprised to see him but couldn't hide the smile that crept onto her lips.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, setting her pen down.
"I thought I'd take my wife out for lunch," he said casually, leaning against the doorframe.
Noor raised an eyebrow, amused. "And who said I'm free?"
Reyansh smirked, stepping closer. "I did. Come on, Noor. I've waited long enough to spend time with you. Don't make me wait anymore."
She rolled her eyes but grabbed her bag anyway. "Fine. Let's go."
They found themselves in a quiet park, seated on a picnic blanket Reyansh had thoughtfully prepared.
The simplicity of the momentâsandwiches, lemonade, and a soft breezeâfelt perfect.
As they talked, they laughed over memories and shared dreams for the future.
It was as if the years of distance melted away, leaving only the two of them and the love they had always carried.
Reyansh suddenly leaned closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from Noor's face. "I missed this," he said softly.
Noor's heart fluttered. "Me too," she admitted.
Unable to resist any longer, Reyansh cupped her cheek and leaned in.
Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, a reflection of everything they had been through and the love that remained.
Later that evening, back at Noor's apartment, they sat on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms.
The television played in the background, but neither of them paid attention.
"I'm sorry," Reyansh whispered, breaking the silence. "For everything. For the hurt, for the misunderstandings, for not trusting you when I should have."
Noor placed a finger on his lips. "It's okay, Ansh. We've both made mistakes. What matters is that we're here now, together."
Reyansh hugged her tightly, as if afraid she might slip away again. "I promise, Noor. I'll never let you go."
She smiled against his chest. "I'm not going anywhere."
They stayed like that for hours, holding each other, their hearts finally at peace.
As the night deepened, Reyansh pressed a kiss to Noor's forehead. "I love you," he said, his voice filled with emotion.
"I love you too," she replied, her voice equally tender.
This time, there were no barriers, no doubtsâjust love, pure and unbreakable.
They asleep in each other's arms, ready to embrace a future filled with happiness and togetherness.
>
As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Reyansh's hotel room, Noor stood by the window, her reflection mingling with the cityscape of Paris.
The Eiffel Tower twinkled like a distant star, but her heart was focused on the man behind her, the man who had just returned to her life after so long.
"Are you going to keep staring out there, or are you going to come over here?" Reyansh's voice was low, teasing, yet laced with a hint of urgency.
Noor turned, her brow arched in mock defiance. "What if I enjoy the view? It's not every day one gets to be in Paris, you know."
A slow smile spread across Reyansh's lips, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm sure the view is lovely, but I'd bet you'd prefer a different kind of scenery."
She laughed, a sound that rang out like delicate chimes in the quiet room. "And what scenery might that be?"
"Us," he said, taking a step closer, the space between them charged with a palpable tension. "I want to see you, Noor. Every part of you."
Noor's breath caught in her throat, and she felt heat rush to her cheeks. "You're being bold tonight."
"Bold is good," he replied, stepping even closer until she could feel the warmth radiating off him. "It's what you deserve."
With a playful roll of her eyes, she turned back to the window, but Reyansh was quick to place a hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him once more. "What are you thinking about?"
"Just... everything," she murmured, her gaze flicking to the floor. "How we got here."
Reyansh's expression softened, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "We've come a long way. It's time we enjoy what we have now."
"Is it?" she asked, uncertainty creeping into her voice. "After everything?"
"Especially after everything," he replied, his tone steady. "We've fought too hard to let doubt creep in now."
She searched his eyes, finding solace in the depths of his gaze. "Okay," she whispered, surrendering to the moment.
"Good." He grinned, and in a swift movement, he pulled her into his arms, their bodies colliding with a soft thud. "Let's make this night unforgettable."
"Unforgettable, huh?" she teased, tilting her head back to meet his eyes. "No pressure then."
"No pressure at all," he murmured, lowering his lips to hers. The kiss was a slow burn, igniting the embers of passion that had been smoldering since their reunion.
Noor melted against him, her hands finding their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands.
She felt his warmth seep into her, a comforting blanket against the chill of the past.
"See?" he said between kisses, his breath mingling with hers. "Unforgettable already."
"Just wait," she replied, pulling back to catch her breath, her heart racing. "It gets better."
"Better than this?" he asked incredulously, his lips curling into a smirk. "You're going to have to show me."
With a playful shove, she stepped back, glancing around the room as if searching for inspiration. "Well, how about we turn the lights down?"
"Now you're talking," he grinned, moving to the dimmer switch.
The room filled with a soft glow, shadows dancing across the walls, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation.
"Perfect," she said, biting her lip as Reyansh stepped back toward her, closing the distance between them once again.
"Now, about that scenery..." he trailed off, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Right, the scenery." Noor's pulse quickened as she felt his warm hands slide down her arms, settling on her waist. "What's your plan?"
He leaned closer, his breath a whisper against her ear. "I want to explore every inch of you."
A shiver ran down her spine, and she tilted her head, meeting his intense gaze. "You think you can handle that?"
"I'm counting on it," he said, his voice low and inviting, as he began to walk her backward toward the bed.
Noor's heart raced as the back of her legs met the mattress, and she fell onto the soft fabric, Reyansh following her down. He hovered above her, dark eyes searching hers for permission.
"Do you want this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes," she breathed, desire flooding her senses as she pulled him down to her, their lips crashing together once more.
The kiss deepened, passion igniting like fireworks in the night sky. Reyansh's hands roamed her body, exploring the curves and contours he had missed, each touch sending electric jolts through her.
"Mmm," she moaned against his mouth, arching her back as he pressed against her. "That feels amazing."
"Just wait," he murmured, trailing kisses from her lips down to her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "This is just the beginning."
Noor gasped, her fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer as if afraid he might slip away. "Anshh..."
"Shh," he hushed, his lips finding the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. "Let me take care of you."
With every kiss, every caress, he drew her deeper into a world where nothing existed but them.
The past faded into the background, and all that mattered was the heat building between them, the promise of more.
"God, I've missed this," he breathed, lifting his head to look into her eyes, a mixture of longing and adoration etched across his face.
"Me too," she admitted, her voice trembling as she reached for the hem of his shirt, her fingers brushing against his warm skin. "So much."
Reyansh's breath hitched as she pulled the fabric over his head, revealing the sculpted muscles beneath.
"You're perfect," she whispered, her hands exploring his chest, tracing the lines of his body as if committing it to memory.
He captured her wrists, placing them above her head, pinning them gently against the bed. "And you're exquisite."
"Let me go," she challenged playfully, her heart racing with excitement.
"Not a chance," he replied, leaning down to capture her lips once more, the kiss deeply possessive, filled with all the things left unsaid.
Noor squirmed beneath him, the thrill of being held captive sending shivers down her spine. "Anshh..."
"Shh," he murmured again, trailing his lips down her body, leaving a path of fire in their wake.
As he kissed his way down, she gasped, her body arching toward him, every nerve ending alive with sensation. "Oh my God..."
Reyansh chuckled softly, looking up at her with a devilish glint in his eyes. "Feeling good?"
"More than good," she admitted, her breath hitching as he continued his journey down her abdomen.
"Just wait," he said, his fingers expertly working the buttons of her top, each one a tantalizing tease. "I'm just getting started."
With a flick, the last button popped open, and her top fell away, exposing her to his gaze.
Noor felt a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration as Reyansh studied her, his eyes darkening with desire.
"You're breathtaking," he breathed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her collarbone, his lips trailing lower.
"No more teasing," she said, her voice a pleading whisper. "I need you, Ansh."
"Just a little longer," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "I want to savor you."
Each kiss, each touch was a promise, a reminder of the connection they shared, and as he continued, Noor lost herself in the sensations, the world around them fading into blissful oblivion.
"Anshh..," she moaned, her voice thick with longing.
"Just let go," he encouraged, his hands roaming freely over her body, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.
The night enveloped them in darkness, but it was a darkness filled with warmth and desire, a night that would forever change the course of their lives.
"Please," she gasped, her body aching for him.
"Just a little longer," he promised, his voice a low growl as he kissed his way back up to her lips.
"No more games," she insisted, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together, the heat between them palpable.
"Okay, okay," he relented, his lips crashing down on hers once more, this time filled with urgency. "I want you."
"Then take me," she urged, her heart pounding as he finally gave in to the desire that had been building between them.
With a swift motion, he positioned himself above her, their bodies fitting perfectly together, a seamless blend of desire and longing.
"Are you ready?" he asked, searching her eyes for certainty.
"Always," she breathed, her body arching toward him, inviting him in.
As Reyansh entered her, the world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of them and the intoxicating connection that bound them together.
Each movement was filled with passion, a dance of bodies entwined in ecstasy, their breaths mingling and echoing in the silence of the room.
"God, Noor," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. "You feel incredible."
"Anshh...," she moaned, the pleasure building, a wave threatening to crash over her.
"Let go," he urged, his hands gripping her hips as he drove deeper, each thrust sending shivers of bliss coursing through them both.
The room was filled with their sounds of pleasureâmoans and gasps intermingling, a symphony of love and longing that echoed against the walls.
"More," she pleaded, her nails digging into his back, urging him on.
"Always more," he promised, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, a rhythm built on trust and desire.
As they lost themselves in each other, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them suspended in a moment of unadulterated bliss.
Noor could feel the tide rising, every nerve ending igniting, pulling her closer to the edge. "Ansh, I'm so close..."
"Me too," he gasped, his eyes locked onto hers, filled with a mixture of love and longing.
With one final thrust, they both soared over the edge, the world exploding into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations, a moment of pure euphoria that bonded them together in a way nothing else could.
As they collapsed into each other's arms, breaths mingling, heartbeats racing, Noor felt a sense of peace wash over her.
"Wow," she finally said, her voice a soft whisper against the stillness.
"Wow indeed," he chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.
Noor smiled, her heart swelling with warmth and love. "I think I could get used to this."
"Good," Reyansh replied, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Because I'm not letting you go again."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
As they lay together in the fading light, intertwined and content, the city of Paris continued its dance outside, but inside the hotel room, time stood still, enveloping them in a cocoon of love and new beginnings.
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Reyansh and Noor woke up in each other's arms, the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains of the hotel room.
The memories of their intense and emotional reunion the previous night brought a small smile to Noor's lips.
She turned her head slightly to see Reyansh still asleep, his arm draped protectively around her waist.
As she tried to move, Reyansh stirred awake and tightened his hold. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked groggily, his voice deep from sleep.
"To get ready," Noor replied, playfully rolling her eyes.
"No," he said, pulling her closer. "Stay a little longer. We've been apart for so long. I'm not letting you go so easily."
Noor laughed but eventually managed to get out of bed.
While she stood in front of the mirror brushing her hair, Reyansh got up and leaned against the doorframe, watching her with a soft smile.
As they got ready to head back to India, Reyansh suddenly exclaimed, "Mera bacha kahan hai?"
(Where's my child?)
Noor paused mid-step, confused. "Konsa bacha?" she asked, turning to face him.
(Which child?)
Reyansh smirked and shrugged. "You know, I heard that when a girl goes away for years, she often comes back with a surprise... like a child."
Noor's jaw dropped in shock. "What nonsense! I was never pregnant! Who told you this nonsense?!"
Reyansh chuckled at her reaction and dodged a playful slap to his bicep. "Relax, Noor. I was just kidding."
"Not funny," she muttered, though the corners of her mouth twitched into a reluctant smile.
Later, they checked out of the hotel and made their way to the airport. The journey to the airport was filled with laughter, light banter, and stolen glances.
Despite everything they had gone through, it felt like they had returned to the carefree days of their love.
During the flight, Reyansh leaned over and whispered, "I can't wait to take you home."
Noor smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "I can't wait to go back."
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When they landed in India, Reyansh's family was waiting at the airport. The moment they saw Noor, Reyansh's mom rushed forward and hugged her tightly.
"Finally, you're back, beta. You have no idea how much we missed you," she said, her voice choked with emotion.
Noor hugged her back, tears in her eyes. "I missed you all too, Maa."
Rohan, standing a few steps back, grinned mischievously. "Great, now that Noor is back, can we eat something? I'm starving."
Reyansh rolled his eyes while everyone laughed, the atmosphere light and joyful.
As they drove back to the Malhotra mansion, Reyansh held Noor's hand, silently promising her that this was a new beginning for themâa beginning filled with love, trust, and happiness.
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