The car ride was silent, broken only by the hum of the engine and the soft whisper of the mist outside. No staff. No security. Just her… and him. Aarav hadn't told her why they were leaving the sprawling estate. He had simply handed her a warm, cashmere shawl and commanded, "Pack something comfortable. We’re going to the cabin." His tone left no room for questions.
The road was steep, a narrow ribbon winding through mist-covered hills that stretched endlessly towards a bruised sky. Towering pines, dark and ancient, watched their ascent. Fog curled around the windshield like restless ghosts, pressing against the glass, blurring the world beyond.
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