The sheets of rain beating against the windowpane created a melancholic symphony as I sat amidst the dimly lit haze of my office, drowning in a sea of paperwork and regret. The creaking fan overhead struggled against the humid air, and the neon sign outside flickered through the raindrops, casting a shimmering reflection on the worn-out carpet. That’s when she entered—a silhouette shrouded in the misty veil of the night, like a secret waiting to unfold. Her rain-soaked coat clung to her curves, and the droplets on her hair sparkled like diamonds of deception. A subtle smile played on her lips, and her eyes, deep as the midnight sky, hinted at a storm of trouble following her every step. As she approached my desk, the air crackled with an electric tension. The rhythmic drumming of raindrops outside echoed the impending turmoil, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that the storm outside my window could never compare to the one this woman had brought with her.
