Roman opened the door for Saanvi, and she took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his in a gentle grasp. A valet, dressed in a crisp uniform, approached them, and Roman tossed him the keys with a smile. "Good evening," he said, as the valet caught the keys with a nod.
As they entered the lobby of the restaurant, Roman and Saanvi were still holding hands, though she lagged behind him slightly. Roman smiled at the hostess, a stunning woman with piercing green eyes, and greeted her with a charming "Good evening." He mentioned his reservation, and she nodded, leading them to their table.
The restaurant was bustling with activity, the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses filling the air. Roman and Saanvi became the center of attention, with women gazing at them with a mixture of admiration and envy. Their dates seemed oblivious to the distraction, too captivated by Roman's charm and Saanvi's beauty.
