The moment Anya and Diya stepped out onto the small street outside, the quiet darkness of the night slowly transformed into something lively and vibrant. A row of tiny shops lined the roadside, glowing under warm yellow lights. The air carried a mix of cold breeze and the soft hum of distant chatter. It wasn’t crowded, but there were enough people to make the place feel alive.

Both Anya and Diya paused for a moment, their eyes lighting up as they looked around. There were so many small stalls colorful jewelry, handmade accessories, scarves, little souvenirs everything looked so tempting.