Episode 61 – “The Distance Between Fear and Forgiveness”
(Neha’s POV) I closed the cab door with trembling fingers. The cold leather stuck to my damp skin, and the driver gave me a curious glance through the mirror—but said nothing. Thank God for that. The engine roared to life, but it couldn’t drown the war inside my chest. I had slapped him. Veer. The man who caged me. Broke me. Owned me. And yet— When I saw little Pari point her finger at him… When I imagined what could’ve happened to her… I didn’t think. I couldn’t think. My hand moved before my brain could catch up. And now—now I was running. Each kilometer the cab rolled forward, I felt dread rise higher in my throat, pressing down like invisible hands around my neck. I clenched the wet fabric of my skirt in my fists to stop them from shaking. He didn’t react. He didn’t sto
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