The sun shone brightly over the city of Paris, casting glints of light onto the gold and silver domes of Notre Dame cathedral and the glittering crystal of the Eiffel Tower. The city was teeming with life, filled with the sounds of music and laughter, and the scent of freshly baked bread. While sipping cappuccino at a quaint café, you took in the sights of Parisian streets. Ashvin occupied the seat opposite you, engrossed in his phone messaging his secretary,as exhaustion from a day of shopping settled in. The expensive shopping bags legs lay nonchalantly at your feet, Pranda, Chanel, Louis Vitton... Disappointment filled your heart, as this was meant to be a serene holiday to celebrate your anniversary. He had been absent the entire trip as he stayed in his hotel room, answering to work-related calls . As your gaze lingered on a group of tourists, captured by their camera lenses, you noticed Ash slipping his phone into his pocket. His eyes were fixated on you, watching your every move as he began to speak. "You've been exceptionally quiet today," he observed, his voice low and unwavering.