The sun had set, draping the city in a blanket of darkness, yet the vibrant life of the streets did not wane. Aarohi and Pratima stepped out of the restaurant, the cool night air wrapping around them like a gentle embrace. But for Aarohi, the comfortable ambiance of the evening was clouded by the lingering sensation of being watched, that unsettling feeling that had crept into her mind during their meal.

"Did you see his eyes? It was like he was peering into my soul,” she murmured, more to herself than to Pratima, her voice tinged with a hint of fear.