- AUTHOR'S POV -

The wind howled viciously outside, rattling the tall glass windows of the mansion as if demanding to be let in, and within moments, fat drops of rain began to lash against the panes, each strike sharp and relentless. Thunder cracked across the sky, loud and unforgiving, briefly illuminating the darkness outside. It was late—too late. Yash’s gaze flicked down to his watch again, the cold metal biting slightly into his wrist.