Anwesha burst out of the stable, her breath ragged as she ran, her heart pounding in her chest. The village was dark and still, but inside her, chaos reigned. She clutched her torn anarkali suit around her, her sleeves shredded and her arms marked with the bruises of her struggle. The night air was cool against her skin, but all she felt was the burning shame that clung to her like a second skin.
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