#hiddenhues #mumbaigarden #velvetveils #twilighttemptation Sarita held her phone up, capturing the dimming beauty of the sunset as the golden hues surrendered to twilight. Beside her, Riya adjusted her velvet shawl, shielded from the cooling evening. The old tea garden stood waiting, a forgotten paradise wrapped in mystery and hidden history. Each crumbling step they took was a passage into another time, where the whispers of past patrons seemed to echo in the rustling leaves and the sweet scent of jasmine and lavender filled the air. The entrance, though mostly overgrown, was still discernible. Sarita found it charmingly eerie—the abandoned paths, untamed with years of neglect, weaving through the garden like veins in an ancient arm. Dressed in velvet skirts and matching tops, their attire felt fitting, almost like they belonged to the twilight themselves, creatures of dusk exploring a world caught between light and darkness. Every step they took revealed…