The rain pounded against the windows of Prerana's house, the wind howling like a banshee. The lights flickered and died, plunging us into darkness. I fumbled for my phone, the flashlight app casting eerie shadows on the walls.
"Well, this is just great," I muttered, running a hand through my damp hair. "Looks like we're stuck here until the storm passes."
Prerana emerged from the kitchen, a candle in hand. The flickering flame cast a warm glow on her face, highlighting her high cheekbones and full lips. She was dressed in a thin tank top and short shorts, her curves barely contained.
"Don't be such a drama queen, Rishabh," she said, rolling her eyes. "It's just a little rain."
I scoffed. "A little rain? It's a f*****g monsoon out there!"
Prerana smirked, setting the candle down on the
