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Standing at the window of the hall, Noori watched Dastan and Silvia stroll through the snowy garden outside. The soft, diffused light of the winter sun filtered through the frost-kissed panes, casting a serene glow over the scene below. Dastan's figure was a vision of warmth amidst the cold, his smile gentle and inviting, his eyes alight with a sparkle that danced like sunlight on freshly fallen snow. Every glance he cast at Silvia spoke volumes, his gaze never wavering from her face, each look filled with a tenderness that seemed to envelop them in a cocoon of affection.