Chapter 1

MISHTI'S POV

“Give me those flowers,” I said softly, my finger drifting toward a particular bundle wrapped in soft pink paper, their delicate petals brushing gently against each other in the breeze.

The shopkeeper followed my gesture, then lifted them slightly. “This one?”

“Yes,” I nodded, adjusting the strap of my purse. “Make it into a bouquet, please.”

While he began his work—snipping stems, adjusting angles, tying the final bow with practiced grace—I fished through my purse and pulled out the money. The scent of fresh roses, lilies, and a hint of lavender filled the small stall, calming something in me.