Raj & Piya - 4 (a)

Sat, 27 Jun 2026 20:17:04 +0000

The monsoon was not merely weather; it was a rhythmic, suffocating embrace that turned the city into a blurred landscape of grey and neon. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master suite, the rain lashed against the glass with a violence that made the interior of the room feel like a fortified sanctuary. Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of burning sandalwood and the faint, sweet trail of vanilla candles that Piya had lit an hour ago.