The night deepened, the air cooling with the whisper of approaching rain, but Ananya’s body felt as though it were on fire. She retreated to the patio for some air, desperate to regain composure. Her hands trembled as she gripped the iron railing, staring out at the sprawling garden lit by the soft glow of the moon. The laughter and chatter of the guests behind her faded into the background. 

She didn’t hear him approach.