Rain has a strange way of turning cities into mirrors, blurring the lines between what’s real and what isn’t. On most nights, Arif—one of the quieter taxi drivers navigating the city’s sleepless arteries—trusted those reflections. But not on this night.The storm was brutal, the kind where lightning scribbles across the sky like an impatient writer. Arif debated returning home early when he saw her—standing beneath a flickering streetlamp, drenched but strangely calm, as if the storm didn’t dare