Jain X Jinn
Breakfast was a lavish affair, the hotel's spread offering everything from the exotic to the comforting. Priya had a penchant for the sweet, filling her plate with pastries and fruit. I, on the other hand, went for the savory options—eggs benedict and crispy bacon that melted in my mouth. We sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the bustling city below a stark contrast to our intimate bubble. The sun had fully risen, casting a warm glow over the room.
As we ate, I couldn't help but steal glances at her, marveling at the way she savored each bite. Her eyes sparkled with life, and I felt my heart swell with a love that was as vast as the horizon outside. Our conversation flowed easily, a mix of mundane details about our lives and the latest gossip we had picked up from friends and family.