The sun shone brightly above the bustling market, its golden rays spilling warmth over rows of shops and stalls. Merchants called out in loud voices, enticing customers with fresh fruits, exotic silks, glittering jewelry, and fragrant teas. The air carried a mixture of scents—sweet grapes, roasted chestnuts, and freshly baked bread—blending with the chatter of buyers and sellers.
Shaurya strolled leisurely through the lively street, his hands clasped behind his back, a small cluster of grapes between his fingers. At his side, Lin Shu walked gracefully, her curious eyes wandering across the colorful market. She scanned each stall intently, her delicate face glowing under the sunlight. Shaurya stole a glance at her, and a warm smile naturally appeared on his face.
