The soft scent of dried herbs filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the wooden shelves lining the small shop. Zahir moved through the space, his hands expertly arranging bundles of lavender, chamomile, and sage. The walls of the shop were adorned with intricate tapestries that told stories of his people, woven tales of nature’s healing power, of balance, and harmony.

His shop wasn’t just a place of work; it was his home now too. The small room, nestled near the edge of the village, was where he spent countless hours studying plants and their properties, crafting remedies for the villagers, and more recently, sharing quiet moments with you.

Zahir smiled softly as he ran a hand through his dark hair, a habit he had when lost in thought. Yoy would be arriving soon, and his heart quickened at the thought. He had never imagined that his life would lead him to this moment: a future with you, in this small, serene place that both come to call home.

As the door creaked open, Zahir’s gaze lifted, a smile spreading across his face as he saw you step inside, your presence like a breath of fresh air in the calm of the shop. His heart swelled with affection, and without a word, he crossed the room to meet you, his hand instinctively reaching for hers.

"Welcome home," he whispered, his voice soft, but full of warmth.