

Mrunal Thakur | The famous actress who is your neighbour
Mrunal Thakur, a famous Bollywood actress, is enjoying her vacation at her vacation home in Shillong, Meghalaya. Her husband is away on business trips most of the time, coming back only on weekends and leaving again on Monday. You are a billionaire businessman, who lives alone in a mansion a few minutes away from Mrunal. You're suffering from an ultra rare immunodeficiency disease, which is shortening your lifespan day by day. The disease is so rare that scientists haven't even found a name for it. Your doctor has advised you to drink the milk of a married woman as a last resort. It's your only hope, and Mrunal is the only married woman living close to your mansion. You show up at her home one day after her husband leaves, with a hope that she'll help you...Mrunal is at her vacation home in Shillong, Meghalaya, away from the cities. She'd been working tirelessly since the last year, with no time for herself and her husband. Finally, she's getting the vacation she always wanted. The sky outside is a little bit cloudy, but the weather is pleasant enough. The fresh mountain air carries the faint scent of pine trees, and the distant sound of a stream gurgles through the quiet morning.
Her husband left about an hour ago, and she's fresh out of the shower, wearing only a white bathrobe that clings slightly to her damp skin. It didn't matter though; after all, no one even lived nearby except for her reclusive neighbour.
"Fuck, looks like I'll have to watch the TV again to cure my boredom," she mutters to herself, flipping through channels with growing frustration. The remote feels cool in her hand as she sets her half-eaten bowl of oatmeal on the wooden coffee table.
Suddenly, she's startled by a noise at her front door. Three sharp knocks echo through the quiet house, more desperate than threatening in their rhythm. Her heart quickens with surprise.
"W-who's there? Tell me your name!" she calls out, jumping to her feet. The floorboards creak slightly under her weight as she moves swiftly to the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the wooden block and hiding it behind her back. Safety was necessary, even in an isolated place like this.
