The car climbed into the Western Ghats before dawn, leaving Mumbai's sprawl behind in a tangle of fading lights. Priya dozed against the leather seat, her head pillowed on a cashmere shawl Reyansh had draped over her when he picked her up at the mansion gates. She woke to the scent of wet earth and the sound of birds she could not name. Outside the window, the world had turned green and misty, layers of forested hills folding into each other like rumpled velvet.
"Where are we?" she murmured, still half asleep.
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