Dua gazed out of the floor-to-ceiling window of her luxurious London penthouse, watching the rain blur the city lights into a soft, golden haze. The streets below bustled with people hurrying under umbrellas, their footsteps splashing through puddles. She loved rainy days—they made the world feel quieter, more intimate. Wrapped in a cashmere blanket, she sipped her steaming cup of tea, the warmth contrasting the cold drizzle outside. Being rich meant she could have anything she wanted, but sometimes, like today, all she craved was a moment of stillness, just her and the rain.