The rain didn’t stop for two days. It hammered against the ancient stone walls, a relentless drumbeat against the silence of the estate. Thick, bruised clouds loomed low over the hills, and thunder cracked open the sky like a dire warning. The vast house was frequently shrouded in dense fog – and so was her mind.
Meher couldn’t think clearly anymore. Not after that night by his door, haunted by his pervasive presence. Not after his touch, a searing memory that branded her skin. Aarav hadn’t spoken to her since then, yet she felt it – the distance between them wasn't cold. It was boiling, charged with an unspoken tension. As if they were two colossal storms, circling each other, inevitable, waiting for the moment to collide.
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