As the night dragged on, Aditya found himself unable to sleep. The oppressive humidity clung to his skin, making it impossible to relax. Every breath felt thick, the air heavy with moisture. The constant rain, once soothing, now felt like a relentless hammering, drumming against the roof without end.
Adding to his discomfort, the storm’s ferocity began tearing at the aluminum sheets on the roof. Every few minutes, a sharp screech would cut through the night as a piece was ripped away, leaving gaps that let the rain pour in. It was as if the storm was determined to strip the house bare, piece by piece. And then there were the alarms.