That day, Kaisar found himself in a jewelry boutique in the heart of the city, miles away from home. Rows of gems sat nestled in glass displays lined with deep velvet. For some reason, he had taken an abrupt turn into this place while walking aimlessly along the sidewalk.
It was a peculiar habit of his—no warning, no reason—sudden urges that led him to shop for jewels.
"May I help you, Sir?" a sales associate asked.
Kaisar's eyes remained fixed on the treasures before him. "Do you have engagement rings? I want something truly special. My woman... she is unique. And expensive."
The clerk offered a polite, knowing smile. "Are you looking for a diamond?"
Kaisar scanned the rings within the glass casing before answering softly. "I don't want anything too ostentatious."
