Inside, the scene was grim. His grandfather, old but stubbornly independent, was struggling to haul furniture toward the staircase. “The water’s coming in,” his grandfather grunted. Aditya joined him, casting a glance at the rising pool. Their sanctuary was slowly filling with water, threatening everything they owned.
Together, they started moving the furniture upstairs. They worked methodically, taking each item one by one, their pace urgent but careful. There was no telling how much time they had before the water would rise further, so they couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.