The air inside the car felt heavy, thick with the scent of burning rubber and unsaid tension. Rudransh gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning stark white, his eyes darting restlessly between the open road ahead and the woman sitting rigidly beside him.
Meenakshi was a statue of icy resolve, her eyes fixed firmly on the horizon, but her chest heaved with every ragged, unstable breath she dragged in.
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