Electricity flickered, it was a dark, rainy night. Karishma was running, carrying a baby who was just born. She was completely drenched as she sprinted through the heavy rain, her left arm was bleeding badly. Suddenly, she found herself at the entrance of a small, doorless, abandoned building.
Gasping for breath, she clutched the baby tightly to her chest. In the distance, she could hear the footsteps of menacing goons searching for her.
Goon 1: "udhr us trf gai hogi wo chalo ray!!!"
The goons veered in the opposite direction. Karishma, still breathing heavily, peeked outside and looked at the peacefully sleeping baby in her arms. She hugged the baby even tighter and then made her escape from the other side.
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