After spending some time in the park, Hasan and Anisa went to a cinema. It was Hasan's suggestion to watch a late-night movie, a classic, manipulative date move designed to create a sense of intimate, shared experience. They bought tickets, popcorn, and snacks and settled into the dark theatre just as the film began, a temporary escape into a fictional world as her real-world trap clicked shut one more day. ✨️
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Meanwhile, Yugh drove his car through the gathering dusk, his foot heavy on the accelerator. He finally pulled over outside a bar. Seeking solace, or perhaps just numbness, he walked in. It was the first time he had sought out alcohol since the dark period after Zahra's death.
He hoped the drinks would drown the pain, the image of the kiss, the echo of Hasan's taunts. But as the alcohol took effect, it didn't bring oblivion; it sharpened the torment. Vivid, painful visions flashed before him Anisa and Hasan laughing in the park, holding hands in the road, the possessive kiss replayed in a loop. Instead of extinguishing the fire within him, the liquor only poured gasoline on it, turning his private anguish into a consuming blaze of helpless rage and despair. 🥃