“I swear, if we don’t do something soon, I might just jump out of this car,” she declared, her voice laced with mock seriousness.
The car's tires crunched over the gravel as Siddharth pulled to a stop on the abandoned highway, the desolate landscape stretching endlessly in both directions. Dust swirled in the hot air, mingling with the tension that hung between them. Isha sat in the back seat, her hands tied and a bored expression painted across her face.
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