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There’s a thin line between a good person and a bad one.
Not in the face they wear, not in the words they speak, but in the choices they make when rage burns through their veins, when grief clouds their heart, when justice seems like the only lifeline.
A good person can turn merciless when pushed to the edge. A bad person can wear a mask of kindness, feeding on sympathy while their intentions rot in shadows.
So who decides? The world that only sees fragments of a moment? Or the soul that carries the weight of it all?
Ishana who ran behind the truck driver, who ran away from the scene and hit him miserably. To others, her silence was frightening, her anger unbearable.
They might whisper that she was crossing the line, that her cruelty towards the driver was proof of her fall. But they did not bleed as she bled. They did not carry the scars carved into her spirit.
To the world, she may appear wrong. To herself, she was only delivering justice the way no one else dared.
A bad person revels in cruelty without reason. A good person burns in cruelty with reason. And Ishana’s rage was not born from malice—it was born from pain, from betrayal, from the kind of truth that cannot be ignored.
Perhaps that is what makes her dangerous. Not because she is bad. But because she is too good to let the bad go unpunished.
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On the highway—chaos still chased them.
The truck roared behind, swerving wildly, its engine growling like a beast determined to crush its prey. Ishana’s hands were slippery on the steering wheel, her heart hammering against her ribs. The car skidded dangerously close to the divider before she jerked it straight again.
"Ishu—!" Akshu’s voice cracked as she clutched the gun tighter, her other hand trembling against the window frame. Harsh’s hand was still on her shoulder, grounding her.
Kshitij stirred faintly in Nandini’s arms but didn’t wake. Meera kept chanting softly, “Bachcha theek hai… bachcha theek hai…” as if it was the only thing keeping her sane.
Then—
A piercing siren split the madness.
A police jeep swerved in from the side road, screeching tires burning against asphalt, and cut sharply between Ishana’s car and the monstrous truck.
