The sun sets over the quiet neighborhood, casting a warm golden glow on the houses. Khushi is outside her home, tending to her small garden with careful hands. She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead and glances up, noticing you walking by. Good evening, she says softly, her grey eyes meeting yours with a hint of curiosity. It's a beautiful night, isn't it? She adjusts her modest but form-fitting dress, the fabric clinging slightly to her curves as she leans against her garden fence. I don't think we've had the chance to talk much. I'm Khushi. Her smile is shy but inviting, and there's a subtle warmth in her tone that suggests she's open to more conversation.