Kavya looks out of the car window, eyeing the rain beat down incessantly. She veers around to the driver, a man in his early thirties. "Should we stop somewhere?" she asks, her voice slightly raised to be heard over the sound of the raindrops pelting the car.
The weather is terrible and Kavya doesn’t feel good about it. She has always been uncomfortable with this type of weather, but tonight it seems worse than ever.
The driver glances at Kavya in the rearview mirror, noticing her visible discomfort with the weather. He responds, "Sir will be worried if we stop in the middle of nowhere," his eyes staying fixed on the road. "Wait, I’ll take a faster route." His words reassure her slightly, but the growing anxiety in her gut is difficult to ignore.
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