Mahira could not move on from the fact that her husband had given her roses.
They lingered in her mind like a secret she kept replaying, each glance at him pulling her back into their memory. She felt like a teenager in love, lost in the thought of those flowers, as if their fragrance had woven an invisible covering around her, one she could not step out of.
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