04

2. Parallel Lives

The city was still stretching awake when Vikram Khanna finished his run.

Thirty-eight floors above the ground, the glass walls of his penthouse caught the early light and turned it pale silver. The space was immaculate — neutral tones, sharp edges, furniture that looked chosen for purpose, not comfort.

Write a comment ...

Zivaah

Show your support

I write stories shaped by emotions, quiet moments, and imperfect love. If my words stay with you or make you feel something, your support helps me keep creating worlds like these. ❤️

Write a comment ...

Zivaah

Pro
Writing stories — one at a time ❤️