The humid air of Mumbai clung to Priya’s skin like a lover’s breath as she stepped into the dimly lit room of her best friend’s older brother, Vikram.
The monsoon had just begun, and the rhythmic patter of rain against the windowpane set a sultry backdrop to the tension brewing between them.
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