Pooja was paralyzed with fear and despair, knowing what awaited her that night. She felt utterly helpless, aware of the impending horror but powerless to change her fate. Her tears flowed uncontrollably as she longed for her mother.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, and Neha entered the room. Seeing Pooja crying on the floor, Neha tried to comfort her, but Pooja pushed her away, her anger and hatred towards everyone around her was strong.
“Please stop crying, ma’am, it’s not good for your health. You’ve just recovered,” Neha said sympathetically. She felt terrible for Pooja but was also aware of her own precarious situation.
“You all are not human,” Pooja sobbed, and Neha lowered her head in shame. She knew Pooja’s accusation was true to some extent, but her own survival an
