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The First Rain of Mumbai

The first rain of Mumbai always brings a special feeling. For a city scorched by the summer heat, the rain arrives like a cool breeze of relief. Dark clouds slowly gather in the sky, and the earthy aroma of wet soil fills the air, bringing joy to every heart.

The sky was painted in deep shades of gray, as if ready to pour at any moment. A gentle, cool breeze rustled through the city. Suddenly, the sky opened up, and the first droplet fell. Within moments, the rain intensified, drenching the streets below.

People ran for cover, umbrellas popped open, and office-goers rushed through the drizzle. At every corner, the rhythmic patter of raindrops echoed, mingled with the scent of fresh rain-soaked earth.

In one narrow alley, children danced gleefully, splashing through puddles.

Their laughter echoed through the rain, innocent and pure. Among them was a young girl, her face glowing with joy as she twirled under the downpour. Her long, wet hair clung to her face, but her radiant smile was impossible to miss. She spread her arms wide, as if embracing the rain itself.

On the side of the street, an elderly woman watched her with a fond smile, perhaps reliving the memories of her own youth.

The rain poured harder, yet the girl laughed louder. She spun around, the droplets sparkling around her like tiny diamonds. Next to her stood another girl, holding a large umbrella, frustration evident on her face. She was the practical one — composed and responsible.

"Anvi! Have you lost your mind? You’ll catch a cold dancing in this downpour!" she scolded, tilting the umbrella to shield them both.

Her hair was neatly tied back, and a light rain jacket protected her from the splashing water. Concern flickered in her eyes, but her voice held a trace of amusement.

Anvi chuckled, droplets dripping from her eyelashes. “Oh, Ragini! If you don’t dance in the rain once in a while, are you really living?”

Ragini sighed, exasperated but unable to suppress a smile. “Fine! Dance all you want, but don’t expect me to take care of you when you fall sick.”

The umbrella tilted slightly as Ragini tried to balance the two of them, her friend’s laughter echoing through the rain.

On the Other Side of the City

The rain showed no mercy. Torrential sheets of water flooded the roads, reducing visibility to a blur. A black luxury car sped through the waterlogged streets, its headlights slicing through the storm. Droplets slid down the sleek, polished body of the car, leaving temporary trails before vanishing.

Inside, the atmosphere was tense. The driver’s knuckles tightened around the steering wheel as he repeatedly glanced into the rearview mirror. His anxious eyes flicked to the backseat, where a man sat in stoic silence.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored black three-piece suit, with a gleaming Swiss watch adorning his wrist, the man exuded authority. His chiseled jawline, dark stubble, and piercing eyes were framed by the stormy shadows outside. Every inch of him spoke of power and control. His presence alone was enough to command fear.

But today, beneath that hardened exterior, there was something else. A flicker of pain. A memory. The rain outside seemed to stir something dark within him — a past he’d rather forget. His gaze remained fixated on the water droplets racing down the window.

The driver swallowed nervously. Though the air conditioning blew a cool breeze, sweat beaded on his forehead. He knew his boss's disdain for rain. It wasn’t just the inconvenience. The rain held memories — memories that no one dared to speak of.

The car’s tires splashed through the water, the rhythmic thuds echoing through the tense silence. The man’s jaw clenched with every lurch of the car.

Another quick glance at the mirror, and this time their eyes met. The driver froze. The icy, commanding gaze was enough to make his pulse quicken.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” the man’s voice rang low and firm, cutting through the hum of the rain.

The driver nodded hastily, his eyes darting back to the waterlogged road ahead.

Through the storm, the luxury car continued its relentless pace. And finally, towering above the city skyline, the grand building of Mumbai’s largest corporation came into view.

The car slowed to a halt at the entrance, raindrops still cascading from the sky. The man’s steely eyes remained unmoved as he stepped out, his presence commanding respect — and fear — even amidst the raging storm.

Mumbai’s first rain had begun. And with it, stories of joy, pain, and resilience had come alive once more.

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