Later she invited me to her South Delhi mansion for tea, where hours passed quietly, stories unfolded slowly, and loneliness echoed beneath her success, wealth, faded marriage, and empty corridors.
I fell in love without noticing the moment, not for money or security, but for how she listened, understood pain, and looked at me as if I mattered deeply truly.
Three months later, during relentless rain, I knelt before her and promised devotion beyond age, judgment, and fear, believing courage alone could protect us from consequences yet unseen approaching swiftly.
