One Charm Forever.(Fic)Last Part Pg53 - Page 3

thxxxx everybody 😛

and harshu.. merci pour m'encourager... je suis tres heureuse que tu aimes mon histoire. 😛

and thxx re me-myself.. aaro kichu comments pele ami continue korbo promise joto taratari parbo 😊 😛

greatttttt work......toooo good.... 👏

i luv it. plz continue 👏 👏 👏

tu es tres tres bien

very good
please continue

c'est tres bien et j'aime cette fic.
its very good n i luvd this fic.

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continue soon

😳😳😳 shreyasi im so sry re ...........
sry bcoz i dint read this b4 2dy 😆😉😛
unlyk almost evry1 here i dont no evn 0.0000001% french so u gotto excuse me for not understnding half the coments tht the ppl hv posted here 😆 achcha if its necessary for the fic do rite frnch but pleej provide translation na 😃
btw wich language r u and me-myself speakin? 😕😃😆
newayz shreyasi the fic is excellllllllllllent continue soon warna evn i donno wat ill do😊
luv it re cont soon ok 😉😊

aur haan make ashi go to paris FASSSST i cnt w8 for the 2 to meet agen 😳

Part 3

" In 10 minutes we are going to land in Charles-De-Gaulle Airport in Paris. The temperature outside in 3 degrees Celsius and is quite pleasant. Please fasten your seatbelts. Thank you for your co-operation and we hope that you had an enjoyable flight. On behalf of Captain Verma and crew, many many thanks for traveling with Air-India and we wish you all a safe stay in Paris."

Aprs dix minutes, nous atterrirons l'aroport Charles De Gaulle Paris. Il fait beau et il y a du soleil. La temprature est 3 degr. Merci pour votre coopration et.. and it went on and on.. she was just not concentrating..

she was thinking about yesterday..

"Ashi..Ashi I just got an email from Yuvi. He is currently in Paris."

" I can't believe my luck," she thought " Yuvi, in Paris, me going to Paris. Destiny chooses people to meet in the unexpected places ever found… this is the game of life."

She was waiting for her baggage claim. "Hey Bhaggu," "It seriously takes a long time for your stuff to come.. I just can't wait to get out of the airport."

Finally she saw her orange suitcase coming towards her on the conveyor belt. At last, the suitcase seemed to be the only thing she recognized and knew.. the only thing which was her friend.

She pulled it out with great difficulty and "What! This is not mine.. it says someone called Pierre Dupont. Now where the hell do I find him" she almost cried out aloud of frustration because of her long wait and the unreasonable failure..

"Excuse me, are you Mademoiselle Anvesha Banerjee Ray?" a heavy French accent asked her the question.

She turned around… expecting to say yes..

And then she saw.. a man with lively eyes, intensely meaningful yet charming lips, and a colour of hair which makes you die for. He had a bit of smile on his lips and had an ambiguous curiosity as she looked at him. He was tall and dressed very simply in a typical French suit. He was facing her diagonally and his silhouette was reflected on the marble floor. And right at that moment, Anvesha knew one thing.. she had forgotten Yuvi.

ppl please comment and tell me if its nice!!!! or bad!!

and niyu.. me-myself were speaking in bengali and the only part which is french here is the french version of whats written in english above that.. and dont worry i am not using french 😃 just the setting is Paris 😃 😛

noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo😭😭😭

me dont lyk pierre
post nxt part soon or else i criusly donno wat ill do 😭

and abt the language its fine yaar i wuz jokin 😃 its fiiiiiiiiine if u use frnch jst gib translation thts all 😉😃😊

continue soooooooooooooooooooooooooon 👏