SHE SAW ME

WIN OR LOSE

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Sanam stood tall, draped in white attire, while curtain slid open, flooding the space with the raw light of morning. Each ray felt like a new beginning, a promise of confrontation. She didn't flinch as the light illuminated her face, her eyes locked forward, steely and resolute.

Kahini approached her, the tension in the room thickening with each step. "It's time," she said softly, her voice heavy with the weight of the moment.

Sanam turned, her face a mask of fierce determination over powering the fear and darkness she felt day before. Her posture was straight, her gaze unwavering. She was ready for the storm awaited her. This was not just a funeral—it was a battleground where she would reclaim her peace. The man who had torn her life apart, who had twisted her joy into pain, was now a lifeless husk, and she was here to show that he had lost.

She would not let him win, even from beyond the grave. Her heart was a storm, but her resolve was an unbreakable force. She would face the world, face him one last time.

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As the car rounded the corner onto the street leading to the mansion, the scene was anything but serene. The road was a chaotic sea of flashing cameras and shouting reporters. From entertainment gossip to political scandal to criminal news, every angle was covered. The crowd surged, a writhing mass of bodies blocking the way.

The driver honked relentlessly, but the throng refused to part. Questions rained down on the car from every direction, a barrage of invasive inquiries that cut through the air like knives. "How are you feeling, ma'am?" "Is it true you went to meet him in the hospital?" "We heard he was attacked in jail—do you know anything about it?" "Did you forgive him?" "What were his last words to you, ma'am?"

Inside the car, Sanam remained a picture of stoic resolve. Her gaze was unflinching, her posture regal and unwavering. She did not blink or falter, even as the questions pummeled her from all sides. Her silence was a fortress, her strength an unspoken declaration of defiance. This was her moment of reckoning, and she would not let them see her tremble.

Faraz, sitting in the passenger seat, turned to Saiba, his voice low but firm. "Sabi, once we're inside, you and Azam stay with Kahini aunty. Don't talk to anyone until Ammi calls you."

Saiba nodded, her face a mixture of fear and determination as she sat between Kahini and Sanam. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the car, but the family knew their roles and held their positions with quiet resolve.

The car inched forward, pushing through the throng, until finally, it reached the imposing metal gates of the mansion. The gates creaked open, a barrier between Sanam and the prying eyes of the media. As the car drove through and the gates began to close behind them, the screams and questions of the reporters were muffled, a distant echo fading into the background.

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The car came to a stop in front of the mansion, its tires crunching on the gravel driveway. The mansion's front appears ahead, a stark contrast to the chaotic scene just outside the gates. Now, inside the sanctuary of the estate, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Curious eyes peered from every corner of the mansion's premises, their whispers a low hum of gossip that rivaled the shouting reporters outside.

As the car doors opened, the throng of onlookers was visibly eager. The mansion, once a place of refuge and family, now felt like a stage for this somber spectacle. Sanam stepped out of the car first, her white attire starkly visible against the darkening sky. She stood tall covering her head, her posture a statement of resolve as she faced the mansion that had once been a prison of her fears.