Raghav stood alone in front of the French window, smoking, his hand tucked into his pocket. His eyes were dark, reflecting the weight of the world. Just then, his mobile phone rang, displaying the name 'Shabd' on the screen. He swiftly answered the call, taking a deep drag from his cigarette.
"What now?" he asked, his tone laced with cynicism.
"She called Ansh yesterday. How is she?" Shabd inquired.
Raghav smirked sarcastically, glancing at the cigarette between his fingers. "She is becoming rational now. She is awakening," he responded. Shabd sighed on the other end of the line.
"Okay," he said, not waiting for Raghav's reply before ending the call. Raghav flicked the cigarette into the ashtray just as he heard footsteps approaching. He turned around to find the woman he had been wait
