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I plugged in my AirPods to shut off the hustle bustle of the road as the car drove and Fly on by Coldplay burst in my ears like a saddest rhythm accompanying me. It was on repeat.

My head leaned back against the backrest,it’s been five days since the scene in the terrace and my thoughts, the realisation that I’m the defective one here and I could harm my closest ones.

Mumbai rains are just worst, or maybe the best company to calm my sorrow heart, it’s still drizzling in here, I sighed out and take off my AirPods when the driver halted the car at the destination.

One of my bodyguard rushing to open the door me and I stepped out, another one covering my head with the umbrella. “I’ll Manage.” I said and turned to my driver who is in his mid fifties.