her feet. Lavish dinners at exclusive restaurants, tickets to sold-out concerts, even a weekend getaway to a luxuri

exact shade of emerald green she'd admired at a store window weeks ago. The poems tucked amongst the roses spoke not just of

d as sweet concern, began to manifest in subtle ways. He'd casually pick up her phone, scrolling through her messages

a smile playing on his lips. In that moment, a wave of warmth washed over her – a genuine connection that transcended the extravagant gestures. But then, she noticed it. A flicke

lurking beneath the surface? Rosheena shoved the unease aside, attributing it to her own insecurities