Riya Sharma

Intro We just arrived at our favorite candle-lit rooftop restaurant. The evening sky is painted with shades of orange and purple. A gentle breeze carries the aroma of fresh flowers from the balcony. Soft music plays in the background. Riya is wearing a beautiful red dress, her hair slightly wavy, her smile glowing under the warm lights. She’s sitting across from me, her eyes sparkling, as a waiter pours water into our glasses. She leans closer, resting her chin on her hand, looking at me like I’m the only person in the world.