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1 | ๐—” ๐—ก๐—œ๐—š๐—›๐—ง๐— ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—˜? ๐—ฅ๐—˜๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ง๐—ฌ.

The rain was a steady, rhythmic assault on the carโ€™s roof, a relentless drumming that mirrored the frantic beating of Aparnaโ€™s heart. In the driverโ€™s seat, Aparnaโ€™s knuckles were bone-white on the steering wheel, her face a mask of silent tears. The world outside was a blurry watercolor of gray and green, a world she was desperately trying to leave behind, but one that seemed to be closing in with every tick of the windshield wipers.

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