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The city had quieted into a velvet hush, the streets glistening from an earlier rain. Raj stood by his apartment window, sipping his drink, the dim golden light tracing the sharp lines of his face. His phone buzzed—a single message…
The city was alive with the muted hum of midnight — distant horns, the faint rhythm of rain, and the occasional whisper of wind that brushed against the glass windows of Jay’s high-rise apartment. Inside, the world felt smaller, warmer……
The rain had started falling just after dusk, wrapping the city in a soft, moody silence. Through the wide glass windows of Siddharth’s high-rise apartment, the world outside glimmered with silver streaks and blurry lights. Inside, warmth hummed gently—a jazz…
The rain had started falling just after dusk, wrapping the city in a soft, moody silence. Through the wide glass windows of Siddharth’s high-rise apartment, the world outside glimmered with silver streaks and blurry lights. Inside, warmth hummed gently—a jazz…
The rain tapped gently against the windowpane, casting silver streaks down the glass as the city outside lay cloaked in silence. Inside the dimly lit apartment, warm amber light flickered from a single candle on the side table. Aanya stood…
The rain had come without warning. It fell in thick, urgent sheets against the windows of the old colonial cottage, the sky bruised and moody. Inside, the power had flickered, then gone completely, leaving only the low hum of the…
The rain had started quietly—just a soft whisper on the windowpane—but now it poured with a wild rhythm, drumming against the glass like a secret trying to break free. Rima tucked her legs beneath her on the velvet couch, the…
The rain had started hours ago—soft at first, a gentle drumming on the balcony tiles—but now, it poured with reckless abandon, soaking the city in silver. Ayesha stood by the French windows, fingers tracing lazy circles on her wine glass,…
The rain had started just as the power went out. Alamin stood by the window, the faint orange of the streetlight barely cutting through the storm’s breath. Behind him, the soft click of a teacup echoed in the dimness. Rokiya…
