The dim light in the police station felt colder than ever as Nisha’s breath hitched, her heart pounding as Rohit knocked the food from her hands. The sound of it scattering across the floor echoed around her, harsh and unforgiving, and she looked up at him, stunned. "What… what are you doing, Rohit?" she managed, her voice quivering with shock.
Rohit’s gaze turned dark as he took a step closer to her, a sneer pulling at his lips. “Your father is bastard, Nisha,” he spat, his words dripping with venom.
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