The roaring sound of the airplane faded into the background as the black car cruised through the familiar streets of London. Bina sat in the backseat, eyes sharp and calculating. Beside her, Naina tapped on her phone, updating her social media, her lips curled in a pleased smirk. Aarohi sat quietly, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her dupatta, her heart pounding as the surroundings grew familiar with every passing turn.
It had been years… too many years. But Aarohi could never forget these streets. These very lanes once held her childhood innocence, where she learned to laugh and love before her world was ripped apart.
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