The penthouse was nothing short of breathtaking. One enormous room, with grand-scale everything, like something out of another world. The ceiling stretched high above, and every inch of the space felt larger than life. A stunning, otherworldly feel filled the air, almost staggering to the senses. But what truly captured the attention was the massive Bas Relief that dominated an entire wall — human forms, young and naked, carved into marble, swimming in a chaotic dance of clouds. The figures seemed to move, hypnotic and alive in the intricate stonework.
Nitya stood by the window, phone pressed to her ear, lost in conversation. Haider, ever the cool presence, was at the bar, expertly mixing drinks. Cricket, leaning back against a sofa, took a long drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling lazily above her head.
Ayan stood frozen near the entrance, eyes wide as he took in the space, the sheer extravagance of it all almost overwhelming.
Ayan "Does she live here?"
