The soft patter of the rain outside was the only sound breaking the heavy silence that enveloped the room. The wind howled, rattling against the windows, but inside, the warmth of a crackling fire in the iron angithi filled the room, casting dancing shadows along the stone walls. The flickering flames threw a soft, amber glow across the room, painting the faces of the two figures who sat beside it.

“She is absolutely determined. Even with all my resistance, she did what she had set her mind on. Or this may also mean that she is very possessive of us.” Mithun thought and smirked.