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 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…
