For Yugh, the drive was a blur of alcohol and anguish. Stumbling out of the bar, he somehow made it into his car. After a few fumbling attempts, the engine roared to life. The night was a dark void, and even the streetlights seemed to smear and bleed into one another as he drove, his vision clouded by drink and despair. š¤
For Anisa and Hasan, the drive was a heavy silence. Finally reaching her place, Hasan felt a renewed, predatory urge. As she moved to get out, he stopped her. "Even in this darkness, you look beautiful to me, Anisa."
"Thank you, Hasan. I should go now," she replied, her voice tight. š£
As she reached for the door handle, he moved with sudden force, pulling her back. He trapped her arms and kissed her again a hard, claiming kiss that she tried and failed to push away. After a moment, he released her. "I love you, good night, baby," he said, the words hollow.
Anisa didn't hesitate. She fled the car and ran inside without a backward glance. Hasan, his appetite whetted rather than sated, immediately sped off towards the hotel where Asifa waited, oblivious. šµāš«
And on the dark road, their paths converged. Yugh, driving too fast, his reactions dulled, saw a something into his lane too late. A something was coming straight at him.
In a panic, he slammed on the brakes with all his might, the tires screeching in protest against the asphalt. In that split second, the three separate strands of their fates,Yugh's drunken torment, Anisa's terrified escape, and Hasan's cold departure,hurtled towards a single, catastrophic point of impact. š§