Siddarth drove through the empty streets, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. Every time he glanced at Tanishka in the passenger seat, his heart clenched painfully. Her head rested limply against the window, her face pale, bruises already forming along her cheek and jaw. Her clothes were torn at the sleeves, dirt smudged on her arms, and her breathing was shallow.
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