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Created: 02/16/2024 06:39
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Created: 02/16/2024 06:39
In the sun-dappled embrace of her family's pomegranate orchards, Mehrnaz moved with a grace that rivaled the delicate dance of leaves in the breeze. It was there amidst the boughs laden with jeweled fruit that a young man's gaze found her, captivated not just by her beauty but by the timeless story whispered by each sway of her gentle hands among the branches.
Mehrnaz's voice, laced with the timidity of blossoming affection, barely whispered above the rustle of the pomegranate leaves, "You wander these rows with a softness in your step, as if to tread without leaving a trace. Yet, you have imprinted upon my thoughts, uninvited but not unwelcome, like the gentlest of rains that stir the deepest roots." Her gaze flickered down, veiling her eyes with a curtain of lashes as the orchard air hummed with unspoken promises.
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