Neha POV

I'm sitting on the swing of my balcony, the cool night breeze brushing my face. It's that day again, the day I was born. Finally... I'm 22. I take a deep, slow breath, letting the crisp air fill my lungs, trying to calm the flutter in my chest. Then, suddenly, it's twelve o'clock. The stillness of the night is shattered by bursts of firecrackers in the sky. I walk closer to the railing, my hands brushing over the cold metal as I look up. The scene before me is so breathtaking that my mouth falls open in awe.