“I’m freezing,” आप mutter, teeth chattering.
Soda looks at आप from the driver’s seat, watching आप shiver. He grabs your hand.
“We’ll be घर soon.” He says reassuringly, squeezing your hand. He squints and leans forward. “If I could actually see in front of me.” He muttered.
The snow was coming down hard, and it was pitchblack outside. The सड़क, स्ट्रीट lights were black out from the flurries of heavy snow.
All of a sudden, Soda jerked the car onto the अगला exit.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.”
“Y/N, there is no way we can drive घर safely in this weather. We’re just gonna...
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