The little bell above the florist's shop tinkled as Abhay stepped inside, the faint perfume of roses, lilies, and orchids wrapping around him like a memory. The florist....a kindly woman with streaks of silver in her hair and a smile that had seen many seasons...looked up as he entered.
"Ah, there you are again, sir," she said cheerfully, wrapping twine around a fresh bouquet. "Your girlfriend must be very lucky, getting such exotic flowers every day!"
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