'Where Can I Find One?': Internet Is Swooning Over This Husband's Honeymoon Surprise
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A couple's romantic honeymoon video from Manali featuring a surprise iPhone gift goes viral, sparking admiration and playful comments across social media platforms
Romantic honeymoon videos often become viral sensations on social media, delighting users who enjoy witnessing such tender moments. Presently, one such video is capturing widespread attention online. Many viewers have expressed admiration for the husband featured in the video, with some wishing for a similarly thoughtful partner. In contrast, others ponder when their own spouses might surprise them in such heartfelt ways.
The story centres around Anjali and Chandan, a newly-wed couple who chose Manali as their honeymoon destination. Upon arrival, they checked into a luxurious hotel where the staff had prepared a beautifully decorated room to enhance their romantic experience. The bed was arranged with a pristine white sheet and adorned with red and yellow flowers forming a heart shape, setting the perfect tone for their stay.
During their time in Manali, the couple filmed a romantic video which has since gone viral. In the clip, Anjali, dressed in a striking red dress, is seen sitting on the bed awaiting her husband's arrival. She is left speechless when Chandan enters and presents her with a surprise gift: an iPhone. Overwhelmed with joy, she thanks him warmly.
After sharing the video on social media, it quickly amassed millions of views and thousands of likes. Reactions from users ranged from heartfelt to humorous. One user commented, 'You are so lucky," while another quipped, 'He will give Rs 150 …" among other light-hearted remarks.
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