The rain wasn’t letting up. It hammered against the living room windows, Araya stood at the glass, watching the world dissolve, her reflection a pale ghost over the streaming chaos.
“Looks like I’m stuck,” Arjun’s voice came from behind her, calm and steady, a contrast to the storm.
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