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Italy was everything they had hoped for and more—a whirlwind of colours, sounds, and scents that enveloped Ashwini and Shubman as they strolled through the cobblestone streets of Florence.
The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the beautiful architecture that surrounded them.
Laughter echoed from outdoor cafes, and the rich aroma of fresh pasta wafted through the air, tantalizing their senses.
Ashwini wore a flowy, off-the-shoulder sundress that danced around her knees, the fabric a vibrant shade of turquoise that complemented her sun-kissed skin.
Her hair fell in loose waves, framing her face perfectly as she turned to Shubman, a beaming smile illuminating her features.
She was in her element, the beauty of Italy igniting a spark of joy within her.
Shubman, on the other hand, was clad in a fitted white linen shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with light beige shorts that accentuated his athletic physique.
The casual ensemble was perfect for the weather, allowing him to move freely as they explored the streets together.
"Can you believe we're actually here?" Ashwini exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.
She stopped to take a picture of a beautiful fountain, the water sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight.
"This place is absolutely stunning!"
"Yeah, and it's about to get even better," Shubman replied, leaning closer to her as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"I've got a surprise for you."
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "A surprise? What is it?"
Shubman chuckled, enjoying the playful anticipation.
"Let's just say it involves the best gelato in all of Florence. Trust me, you're going to love it."
"Is it really the best?" she teased, arching an eyebrow. "Or is that just your way of getting me to try every gelato shop in town?"
"Maybe a little of both," he replied with a grin. "But I promise, this one is special."
With that, he led her through the winding streets, their fingers intertwined.
