The silence inside the sleek Maybach on the drive back from the gala was suffocating.
Aryan sat on the far right of the leather back seat, staring out the tinted window at the passing city lights, his jaw set in a hard, unyielding line. Niya sat pressed against the opposite door, shrinking into herself. Her head throbbed with a terrifying, rhythmic intensity, every bump in the road sending a wave of nausea straight to her stomach.
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