FIRES OF DESIRES

The night air was thick with dust and fear as a young girl in a bridal red lehenga ran desperately along the Mathura highway. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, almost as if the blood had drained from them. She looked no more than nineteen. Her eyes, swollen and red from endless crying, searched the darkness behind her. Her breath came in ragged bursts as panic consumed her.

She ran faster, stumbling over loose gravel, her anklets clinking with every step. Just then, as fate would have it, she darted straight into the path of an oncoming car.

The driver slammed the brakes. The tires screeched against the asphalt, sending sparks into the night air. The car came to a sudden stop, inches away from the girl.

The door swung open and a young man stepped out. He was around twenty-six-handsome in a reckless way. His eyes were bloodshot, heavy with alcohol, but sharp with an instinct that cut through the haze.

The girl, without hesitation, rushed toward him, falling at his feet.

"Please... please save me!" she sobbed, clutching at his arm. "They're after me... those people... they'll kill me!"

Her eyes darted wildly toward the shadows creeping closer from behind. She froze. Terror took hold.

She turned toward the sound-figures emerging from the darkness, fast approaching.

Without thinking, she flung herself behind the man, clutching at his back and shutting her eyes tight, whispering prayers through trembling lips.

The men reached them and snarled.

"Give her to us!" one barked. "We don't care about you! We want the girl!"

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