AUTHOR'S POV:

The rain hammered against the windows of the mansion, streaking down the glass like tears from the sky. Advaith stepped out of his car, the engine's hum fading into the silence of the night. His footsteps were muffled on the marble floors as he entered his home, a fortress of grandeur and isolation. It was late; the lights were dimmed, and the silence was heavy—everyone was asleep.