Chapter 38

The rain had just ceased, leaving behind a symphony of glistening droplets on every surface. The world outside the window had transformed into a watercolor painting, where hues of green and brown melded seamlessly with the gray clouds still lingering in the sky. It was a scene that captured the essence of a monsoon morning—refreshing, rejuvenating, and utterly captivating.

As a young girl in this beautiful world, Neha had always cherished these moments after the rain but inspite of drowning in this moment she still feels that everything she is sucks. There was a certain magic in the air, a tranquility that wrapped around her like a soft blanket yet her mind and heart were not stable for what she went through in her life. She stood by the window of her mid-size bedroom, her breath fogging up the glass ever so slightly as she leaned forward to take in the view in the hope of getting lost in this moment immediately leaving all worry behind.

Outside, the trees swayed gently, their leaves