Astha took a step forward, refusing to flinch. "Since when have I ever listened to you?"

He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek. "You're playing with fire."

The story follows the clashing ideologies of two individuals in Pune:

The rain lashed against the windows of the Agnihotri mansion, mirroring the turbulence inside Shlok’s heart. He stood by the window, his jaw tight, watching the droplets race down the glass. Behind him, the door creaked open. He didn't need to turn around to know it was Astha.