Author's POV:

The next day, Mandira awoke to the sound of rain pattering against her window, the rhythmic melody both soothing and melancholic. As she lay in bed, the events of the previous evening flooded her mind. Andhkansh's gentle demeanor, the warmth of the ginger tea, and the way his eyes had softened when they met hers lingered in her thoughts like a sweet, lingering perfume. She couldn't shake the feeling that their lives had taken a turn she had never anticipated.