The twilight surrendered to night as Haider stepped into a scene woven from the very essence of romance, the grand marble staircase before him a breathtaking cascade of flickering candles. Their delicate flames danced like fireflies in the sultry evening air, casting a warm amber glow that spilled across the polished stone, each step a pathway of light guiding him toward an unspoken promise. Lush red rose petals, scattered in graceful swirls, adorned the stairs, their velvety texture a testament to a lover’s meticulous touch, each petal catching the candlelight in a soft, crimson embrace. Above, strings of fairy lights draped in elegant arcs twinkled like golden stars, their radiance blending with the emerging constellations in Manhattan’s clear sky. The air was alive with the intoxicating
