Kainat and Riva were sitting in the back wing veranda of the house, settled on a large wooden swing that gently creaked with every movement. The space was peaceful—almost deceptively so. A corridor connected the veranda to a small lawn where sunlight filtered softly through the leaves, creating shifting patterns on the ground. Another swing stood there, adding to the charm of the place, while the air carried the delicate fragrance of blooming flowers.