The night outside was pitch dark, only broken by the faint glow of the streetlights flickering past. Inside the car, the air was heavy—filled with tension, fear, and a kind of vulnerability that had never been spoken aloud. The low hum of the engine barely masked the silence.
Ankita lay in Agastya’s lap, her head resting against him, her body trembling as blood seeped slowly through her clothes. The faint metallic smell mixed with her perfume—the same soft scent she always wore. It was strangely soothing to him, though his heart thundered in his chest.
Agastya’s hands hovered above her, unsure whether to touch her or pull away. Finally, he gently cupped the side of her face, brushing a strand of her blood-matted hair from her cheek. His movements were hesitant, almost afraid that even the slightest pressure would break her.
Her face was pale, much paler than it should ever be. Her lips trembled faintly as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the strength.
Agastya Kapoor
Main humesha hoon...tere sath
I am always with you...
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