Shree sat in the dimly lit living room, her posture taut with unease as she waited for Dhruv. Her restless fingers drummed against the armrest of the chair, and her feet tapped rhythmically on the floor-a physical manifestation of the growing anxiety gnawing at her. Her gaze remained fixed on the main door, her every nerve attuned to the slightest sound from outside.

Finally, the doorbell rang, its sharp chime cutting through the oppressive silence. Shree darted to the door, opening it with such urgency that it almost seemed like the door itself had been waiting to be freed from its frame.