Standing in front of the back door with Shehnaaz beside him Sidharth unlocked the door. The door opened leading to the large garden of the Raichand Villa.
The fresh greenery under the pouring rain looked scenic to eyes. Rain falls steadily, not a violent downpour but a soft insistent drizzle that blues the edges of the world and turns the air cool and thick with moisture. The vast expanse of the garden decorated with different flowers, green shrubs looked like a beautiful poem.
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