Hello cuties! How are you all? I hope all are doing well 🙂 Anyways, I am back with the 19th episode of this Fan Fiction, and as per my commitment I am posting on 2nd of January. Well I hope you guys enjoyed the ‘New Year’ and had a gala time. Well, once again wishing you all a blissful 2017 🙂
Also take note, that the episodes which will be in Paris may have some unrealistic things or I may fail in describing something appropriately as I have never been to Paris but as far I really wish to visit there and also I will share my secret with you guys that Paris is my dream city 😛 So as it is my dream city so I added it in my Fan Fiction, thinking that I have not yet been there but why not send my TwiNj there 😉 Now without any further ado, let’s start with the 19th episode of this Fan Fiction.
(Note: The episode is completely in Twinkle’s voice!)
(Before starting, I would inform you guys that ‘Love at Eiffel Tower’ which was given in the precap will not be showcased in this episode! Pardon me for this.)
I took a long breath out of excitement as we stepped out of the airport. Finally I am at Paris, my dream city. I wrapped my hands around my waist, as I felt cold. Well, Paris looked more beautiful draped in snow. Yes, snow was falling there. My (another) dream comes true…To see snowfall with my Love! My eyes fell over Kunj who was busy buying coffee for both of us, but when he returned I noticed him being a bit agitated. I inquired about him but he just said that it is because of the long travel journey and stress.
We hired a cab and sat in it. I was busy adoring the beautiful sceneries of the lovely city. The River Seine! Though due to wind there were frozen ice patches, but there were cracks which parted the liquid and solid, which made the river look more beautiful! I also came across, ‘Louvre Museum’ I really wanted to see the magnificent ‘Mona Lisa’ though the great literature writer, ‘Ibn e Insha’(Readers he is an Urdu writer, and famous poet!) criticized the art in his ‘Safar Nama’ named as ‘Paris ka Safar’ stating, that the image was nice but he didn’t get why people die to see that painting as it’s the same as other pieces of art!
Anyways, I really didn’t want this drive to end as the sceneries are really beautiful to view. Before coming to the journey I searched internet about Paris, where I came across an article written by a tourist who said, “The drive on the roads of Paris or the boat ride of Ricer Seine are the things which are unforgettable!” So true!
The drive finally ended when we reached our destination, ‘Hotel Monge’. I remember Saumya telling me that this is among the Top 10 romantic hotels of Paris. We entered inside and proceeded towards the reception. The receptionist greeted, “Bonjour!” Kunj greeted back, “Bonjour! Mon nom est Kunj Sarna, elle est ma femme, Twinkle Sarna!” (Bonjour! My name is Kunj Sarna and she is my wife Twinkle Sarna!)
My eyes popped up as I heard Kunj speaking French, so fluently! Kunj continued, “S’il vous plaît vérifier la réservation du nom Mr. and Mrs. Sarna!” (Please check the booking by the name Mr. and Mrs. Sarna!) The receptionist nodded and checked the monitor and then said preceding the card of the room, “Oui Monsieur le Président, ne chambre aucun 110.” (Yes Sir, room no.110.) Kunj said, “Merci!” (Thank you!) And walked off, as I looked on shocked.
Kunj was leading me and we finally reached room no.110! Kunj opened the door, and we proceeded inside, all was dark but the candles were lighting the room! We were spellbound at seeing the room all draped in rose petals, everywhere! The bed had a roses in the shape of heart. We looked at each other confusingly!
After a while
I was done with the cleaning of the room and bed, when Kunj stepped out of the bathroom after changing himself into a white t-shirt and loose denim with messy hair. He stated at looking the room, “Now it seems better!” I passed a faint smile and said, “Well you can sleep on the couch and I’ll sleep on the bed!” I noticed him, as he turned angry and said, “Oh hello Siyappa Queen! I’m going to sleep on the bed and you on the couch!” I said smirking, “Excuse me, because of me we are in Paris! If I would not have accepted Ishana’s offer then we would have been sitting in Amritsar!” Kunj pleaded, “Twinkle you are my friend, no-no, you are my best friend! Koi apne best friend ke saath aisa karta hai?” (Do anyone do so bad with his/her best friend?) I screamed, “Which best friend? Best friends know each and every thing about one another and look at you. You did not even bother to tell me that you know how speak French!” He replied, “Oh God Twinkle that was a small thing. Come on be mature!” I stated, “Yeah I am immature! Any problem? And if you have then please keep it within you. Also it is a small thing, Kunj. You sleep on couch and I will sleep on the bed!” And our cat fight continued…
And it would have continued if the door bell didn’t ring. I asked (actually shouted), “Who is it?” The voice said, “service à la chambre “ I looked on confusingly when Kunj said (actually yelled) “Room service!!” Kunj walked and opened the door, “Yes?” The room service girl replied, “Monsieur, c’est la carte d’invitation pour le nouvel an”
(Sir, this is the invitation card for the new year party!) Kunj took it and said, “merci!” (Thanks) The girl was about to leave when Kunj stopped her and said, “Excusez-moi.” (Excuse me) The girl replied, “Oui, Monsieur.” (Yes sir!) Kunj asked, “savez-vous English?” (Do you know, English?” She replied, “Yes!” Kunj exclaimed, “Great!”
All this while I was looking on, confusingly. He said, “Can you please decide who will sleep on the bed and who will sleep on the couch among the two of us?” I noticed the girl giggling a bit and then said, “Sir, it is a honeymoon suite and there is no couch out here so both of you have to sleep on bed!!” (Funny tune played)
The girl left and we looked at each other and together exclaimed, “WHAT THE WUCK!!”
At 10 of night!
It was 10 of night, time for party. Well, looks like another dream comes true! (What the dream is will be revealed later!) I was all ready in my pink gown, which had a white satin printed material, and was backless. I applied minimum make-up, which included a light lip gloss and a nude eye shadow. I was waiting for Kunj, who was taking time as if he’s a girl. Well my wait was over as he stepped out in a black shirt and blue denims with a brown leather jacket with properly combed hair and a watch. He left the first 2 buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, making him look handsome – more handsome! (Author : The links to the outfits will be given in the comment section, once the episode is posted!)
I came out of my dreamland when he waved his hand across my eyes. He asked, “Where are you lost?” I replied, brushing away my thoughts, “Nothing…shall we?” He nodded as he let his hand in mine and we walked out of the room.
We reached at the venue, which was in the hotel’s hall, which looked like a ball room. We settled on the reserved seat for us as we were no outsiders. I was actually getting bored with the boring French music and people speaking in French, and look at Kunj who was enjoying the music and befriend some new people, completely ignoring me! I really hate him for doing this. Well the party was actually, a masquerade one so I and Kunj were given the masks according to our outfits. I was given a white mask whereas Kunj had a brown one.
It was now 11:23 and I was hell bored till now, my toes were paining because of the heels which I really hate to wear. Suddenly out of nowhere a lady who was dressed in a black or better say navy blue sari approached me, she looked an Indian women. She came to me and asked, “Indian?” I nodded. She sat beside me and we started chatting but her voice was familiar maybe my illusion.
Precap : Who’s the woman? Kunj’s POV…’Love at Eiffel Tower’
Well, I am sorry for the boring update, and if I failed to come across anyone’s expectations. Also I hope that you guys are not losing interest in the fan fiction!
I hope you guys enjoyed and do leave down your comments. Well, I still have not relied to the previous ones, but thanks to all who commented previously.
Keep smiling 🙂 Always 🙂