The scene cut. Same station. Same chair. But now Manas was gone. The red suitcase remained, but its zipper moved—slowly, like breathing.
Rahul closed the laptop again. This time for good.
Just enough to breathe.
The scene cut. Same station. Same chair. But now Manas was gone. The red suitcase remained, but its zipper moved—slowly, like breathing.
Rahul closed the laptop again. This time for good.
Just enough to breathe.