𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

The clock on her dashboard glowed 11:45 PM, the pale blue digits casting their faint light across Kiara's face as she sped down the Atal Setu bridge. The city of Mumbai, as usual, refused to sleep. The night was alive-car horns blaring impatiently, bikes darting recklessly through narrow lanes, old men strolling on the footpaths as though they carried centuries of leisure in their bones. Neon lights flickered from hoardings, street vendors still shouted their last calls, and the river below shimmered, catching stray reflections of passing headlights.