The evening sky hung heavy with shades of crimson and indigo, as if even the heavens understood the storm raging inside Khushi. The world outside her window had dimmed into quiet, but inside their room, everything felt suffocatingly loud — the ticking clock, her ragged breaths, the pounding of her heart. She paced back and forth, her bare feet sinking into the worn carpet as she battled the question that had consumed her for days: how to leave.
Should I just lie? Pretend I’m going out for a while? Tell Abhi some excuse, maybe that I need some air, and then head straight to Agnivesh? Once I’m with him, I can claim that I’ve already left Abhi, that I’ve done what he asked. And then execute my plan The thought circled in her head like a vulture waiting to feast.
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