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6. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞 ?

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When everything was over and Amyra and Tara went backstage, you thanked all the workers. Amyra then turned to Tara and said,

"I'll be back from the washroom."

"Move aside, I have something very important to do. I need to go back. You go to the hotel," Tara said, sounding a bit rushed.

"But what could be so important?" Amyra asked, a little surprised.

"I'll explain later. It's really urgent now, and you should also head to the hotel quickly," Tara replied, her tone serious and hurried.

"Okay, fine, you go," Amyra said, feeling a bit puzzled.

Tara then hurriedly left.

Amyra's assistant approached her and said, "Hey ma'am, it's getting really late. I think we should also leave now."

Amyra sighed and said, "Okay, you all can go."

Everyone left, and now she was alone in the entire venue. The silence was almost deafening.

Amyra went to the washroom and soon realized she had gotten her periods. Panic started to set in.

"Oh God," she muttered under her breath, feeling a mix of frustration and discomfort.

She came out of the washroom and go outside, looking around for a car to take her back. But to her dismay, there was no car in sight.

"Damn, fuck," Amyra exclaimed in anger, her voice echoing in the empty parking lot.

She started walking, her mind racing with thoughts and her body feeling increasingly uncomfortable. She walked quite a distance from the venue, the night air growing colder.

Desperate, she took out her phone to call a friend, but just as she dialed the number, her phone's battery died.

"No, no, no, fuck" she said in a panicked whisper, staring at the dark screen of her phone. She felt utterly stranded and alone.

"What should I do now?" Amyra said in frustration as she sat down on the bench by the roadside. Just then, a car passed by, and she tried to ask for a lift, but the car didn't stop. She remained seated, her stomach aching badly, and no one was willing to give her a ride. After a while, another car approached, and this time, she stood right in front of it. The driver inside quickly hit the brakes and leaned out of the window, yelling:

"Are you crazy? How can you just jump in front of a car like that? Can't you see?" he shouted angrily.

Amyra walked over to the other side of the car window and said:

"Hey, can you drop me?" Amyra asked. But as soon as they saw each other, both of them exclaimed at the same time:

"Tum (you) ?!"

"Why are you here so late at night?" Avinash asked, his voice cutting through the silence of the deserted street. The dim streetlights flickered, casting shadows across Amyra's face as she stood there, startled by the sudden question.

Amyra tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing. "First, why don't you tell me what you're doing here?" she shot back, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of defiance. She crossed her arms, clearly not willing to be the first to answer.

Avinash sighed, glancing at his watch. "I don't want to tell you, Amyra. And honestly, I need to leave. It's getting late," he said, his tone a little sharp. "Bye," he added, as if trying to end the conversation before it even began.

"Wait!" Amyra called out. "Can you drop me, please?" Her voice softened, her earlier bravado giving way to a more vulnerable tone.

"Never," Avinash replied quickly, dismissively, without even turning around.

Just as the tension hung in the air between them, the loud revving of a motorbike broke the silence. A young man, looking disheveled and clearly intoxicated, pulled up beside Amyra. His eyes roved over her, and a sly grin spread across his face. "Hey girl," he slurred, swaying slightly on his bike, "Need a ride? I can drop you."

Amyra stiffened. She could smell the alcohol on him even from where she stood. She took a cautious step back, her mind racing. "No need," she said quickly, trying to maintain her composure. "I can manage on my own."

The man, however, was persistent. He clumsily got off his bike, stumbling slightly as he approached her. "Don’t be scared," he said with a smirk, his voice low and menacing. "I'm a nice guy."

Amyra’s heart raced. She glanced around, hoping for some sort of escape, Her back was now facing the avinash's car, and in that moment, Avinash’s eyes fell on her. He noticed that the zipper on the back of her dress was coming undone, hanging by a thread.

"Amyra, come and get in the car." Avinash voice firm as he called out

The drunk guy, clearly offended by the interruption, tightened his grip on Amyra’s wrist. "No need for that," he growled. "I’ll take her. Just come with me," he said, tugging on her hand.

Before Amyra could respond, Avinash moved swiftly. He crossed the space between them in seconds, his expression unreadable. Placing a firm hand on the guy's shoulder, Avinash spoke quietly but with a clear authority. "Amyra, get in the car," he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Amyra, still shaken, quickly opened the door to Avinash’s car and slipped inside, her hands trembling slightly as she closed the door behind her. From the safety of the car, she watched through the window as Avinash pulled the guy aside. They spoke in hushed tones, too far for her to hear. She saw Avinash’s grip tighten on the man's shoulder, his posture commanding and intimidating. Whatever Avinash said, it was enough to make the guy mutter something under his breath before he turned and slunk away into the night, disappearing with his bike.

Avinash stood there for a moment, watching the guy leave before finally heading back to the car. He opened the driver’s door and got in, his expression still calm but with a quiet intensity.

Amyra, unable to contain her curiosity, immediately asked, "What did you say to him?"

Avinash glanced at her briefly before starting the engine. "You're still a kid," he replied in a low voice. "Just sit quietly."

Amyra frowned, feeling a surge of frustration at his vague response. "What kind of answer is that?" she demanded, her voice rising.

"Shh," Avinash said, his tone firm but not unkind. "Just be quiet for now."

For a moment, the car was filled with silence, broken only by the soft hum of the engine as they drove down the empty road. After a few minutes, Avinash spoke again, his voice much calmer. "Where do you need to go?" he asked, glancing at Amyra out of the corner of his eye.

Amyra hesitated, still processing everything that had just happened. "Uh...just take me hotel,"

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