The light of the night bulb in the room had turned pink on its own. It seemed as if the fragrance of jasmine and rose flowers was entering the room from somewhere. The fragrance along with the cool breeze was giving Riya a pleasant feeling. When the room was filled with the fragrance, she started feeling intoxicated. When Riya's hand moved on the bedsheet in her sleep, some fresh rose petals came in her fingers. She was in a state between sleep and wakefulness.