Singhania Mansion

The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains of the luxurious penthouse, casting a warm glow on the polished marble floors. Ira adjusted her camera, the lens pointed directly at her best friend, Isha, who was sprawled across her king-sized bed, tangled in a sea of fluffy blankets. A soft hum of excitement danced in the air, but it was drowned out by the soft snores escaping Isha’s lips.