A Brewing Storm

The evening sky had begun to darken, casting long shadows across the Agnihotri mansion. The cool breeze carried the distant hum of the city, yet on the rooftop, everything felt eerily silent.

After returning from the office, Shashank had freshened up and immediately gone looking for Tripti. As expected, he found her on the rooftop, sitting on the swing as she always did in the evenings. But today, something was different. She wasn't listening to music or scrolling through her phone. Instead, she sat still, staring blankly into the distance, completely lost in thought.

Shashank stood at a distance for a moment, watching her closely. There was a heaviness in her posture, an unusual stillness in her expression that made it clear something was troubling her. After observing her for a few minutes, he quietly turned around and left.