The penthouse balcony had become their private sanctuary over the years, a secluded haven suspended above Mumbai's glittering skyline where the city's relentless hum faded into distant white noise. Tonight, under a canopy of stars softened by the perpetual glow of urban lights, a thick, plush mattress lay spread across the cool stone floor. Soft cushions and silk throws in deep indigo and gold created a nest of luxury, the air scented faintly with jasmine from the potted plants and the lingering warmth of their bodies.