A Ride of Unease
Saran smiled as he held the car door open for me. His politeness and genuine demeanor made it impossible for me to outright reject his offer. My heart felt heavy, weighed down by the events of the previous evening and Simbu's outburst. The unease in my chest was palpable as I slipped into the passenger seat.
"Thank you, Saran," I said softly, adjusting the seatbelt.
"Always a pleasure," he replied warmly, his tone sincere. "You look a bit tired, Trisha. Everything okay?"
I nodded weakly, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just a little occupied with college and tuitions."
Saran nodded as he navigated through the morning traffic. He made casual conversation, asking about my studies and future plans. I responded politely, but my mind was elsewhere—thinking about Simbu, his reactio
