The night grew deeper, and the cold air felt as if it pierced through the bones. The black clouds appeared to gather, covering the sparkle of the stars that had shone earlier. Slowly, the drizzle from those dark clouds fell and soaked the ground. It made Vijendra exhale softly while staring straight at the layer of water settling on the window glass.

"It rained again, it felt just right with my wounded heart," Vijendra said quietly.

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