The city below glittered, a scattered handful of diamonds flung across a velvet cloth. Shrey watched Jisha, her silhouette framed by the urban tapestry, her dark hair catching the subtle glow from the cityscape. A soft breeze, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the potted plants lining the balcony, caressed her bare shoulders. He had meticulously orchestrated this evening, every detail a testament to the quiet, profound love that hummed between them. The delicate crystal glasses, filled with a vintage Bordeaux, clinked softly as he set them on the wrought-iron table.
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