Abhimanyu hadn't uttered a word since they left the party. She was stealing glances at him every now and then, her eyes filled with nervousness and fear. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight that his knuckles turned white. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were fixed on the road ahead, but the air inside the vehicle was thick...suffocating with unspoken rage.
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