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“Ana,” his voice broke the silence, low and familiar. “I wrote to you. Every day for a year. You never answered.”

“And the woman in Milan?” Ana’s voice trembled, though she wished it wouldn’t. julija ljubavni romani

She heard footsteps on the gravel. Slow. Deliberate. The same walk that once made her heart race with joy now made it ache with doubt. “Ana,” his voice broke the silence, low and familiar

He stepped closer, rain beginning to fall, darkening his linen shirt. “Then let me earn the right to stay.” You never answered

Three summers ago, he had kissed her here, between the rows of Malvasia, whispering that she was more intoxicating than any wine. But then he had left—for Milan, for another woman, for a life that had no room for a village girl who dreamed in poetry.

Lightning split the sky, and in that flash, Ana saw the truth in his eyes—not the arrogant boy who had left, but a man humbled by loss. She reached out, her palm against his chest, feeling the wild drum of his heart.

Now, he was back.