Disclaimer: Certain elements in this chapter involves sensitive remarks used in a fictional context. These elements serve the narrative and should not be interpreted as the author's opinions.
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The subway lights were almost too bright, washing over the crowd that flowed in and out like a busy market. Clearly, Rohit wasn't the only one who thought of taking a detour around the jammed flyover.
Fortunately for him, Ragini still hadn't let go of his hand since earlier, and in the press of people, no one paid any attention. He liked her warmth, especially how she matched her pace with his without complaint.
But just before they entered the subway, Rohit felt conflicted. The walls around the entrance were stained with spat tobacco and smeared garbage.
