As she read the words, Elnur walked in from the balcony, holding two glasses of amber tea in traditional armudu glasses.
Stepping into the kitchen, she found it transformed. Elnur had stayed up late arranging a bouquet of deep red roses in a crystal vase, their scent filling the room. On the table sat a small, velvet box and a simple, hand-written card. HЙ™yat Yoldasim Ad Gunun MubarЙ™k Olsun
"Çox sağ ol, həyatım," she replied. "As long as I am with you, every day is a celebration." As she read the words, Elnur walked in