The rain had arrived like an old friend that night—uninvited, yet welcome.
Anaya stood on the balcony of the Malhotra mansion, wrapped in a cream shawl over her soft lilac night suit. The scent of wet earth filled the air, and a gentle breeze played with her hair as she closed her eyes, letting the peace of the moment sink in.
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