The gentle morning sun filtered through the curtains of their Baku apartment, landing softly on Leyla’s face. She stirred, reaching out for Elnur, but his side of the bed was already cold. For a moment, she felt a flicker of disappointment—until she smelled the rich, unmistakable aroma of freshly brewed tea and toasted çörək .
"It is perfect," Leyla whispered, looking from the flowers to the man who had stood by her through every storm and every triumph. HЙ™yat Yoldasim Ad Gunun MubarЙ™k Olsun
"You are the heart of this home," Elnur said, taking her hand. "Being your husband is the greatest gift I have ever received. May we have many more decades of tea, laughter, and sunsets together." The gentle morning sun filtered through the curtains