As we stepped into the garden, the scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Roses, lilies, and jasmine created a symphony of fragrances that was almost intoxicating. Karim guided me toward a secluded spot overlooking a serene lake. The water shimmered in the fading light, reflecting the vibrant colors of the sky. It was the kind of scene that looked like it belonged in a painting, almost too perfect to be real.
We stopped near a weeping willow whose long, graceful branches swayed gently in the breeze. A wooden bench was nestled under its canopy, offering a perfect view of the lake. Karim turned to face me, his dark eyes soft and earnest. He took both of my hands in his, and I felt my heart begin to race.
