AUTHOR'S POV:
Meri drishti se, main ek chhoti si ladki ko dekh raha tha jo khali sadak par tezi se daud rahi thi, bhay uske chehre par chhaya hua tha, har kadam uska ek bekhaufi bhara prayaas tha uske nirantar piche bhagne ke liye. Sunsaan sadak ki chuppi uske kadam ki ghor dhadkan ko badha rahi thi, jaise raat ke mahtvaakar damroo ki tarah gunj rahi ho.
Usne wide-eyed desperation ke saath apne aaspaas ki taraf nazar daudayi, sunsanata mein ashram ki talash mein. Uski aankhon mein raahat bhari thi jab usne aage ek akela bus stop dekha. Kisi hichkichahat ke bina, usne uske taraf daud liya, uski phephre bujh gayi thi, uske pindliyan thak gayi thi uske jaise ki woh lagataar bhagte hue ek anant samay ka ant tha.
(From my vantage point, I witnessed a young girl hurtling down the empty road, terror etched across her features, her every stride a desperate bid for freedom from her relentless pursuers.
The silence of the deserted street amplified the thundering rhythm of her footsteps, echoing like a haunting drumbeat in the still night. With wide-eyed desperation, she scanned her surroundings, seeking sanctuary in the bleak emptiness.
Relief flooded her as she spied a solitary bus stop looming ahead. Without hesitation, she dashed towards it, her lungs aflame with exertion, her muscles screaming for respite after what felt like an eternity of frenzied flight.)
Jab usne bus stop ke aashray ke peeche chhupkar ke khada hua, uska seena har dhadkan ke saath bhari hui thi, woh chup chaap araam ki pratiksha kar raha tha. Lekin uska samay sukh ka tha jab dooor se aane waale qadam ki door ki ek door ki awaaz ne uske dhayan ko khada kiya, uske nirantar peeche bhagte hue logon ki sannadhan mein yaad dilaya, jo uske piche bhag rahe the. Unke peeche bhagne ki wajah unke peeche bhagane ke liye ek raaj tha, jabki uski bekhauf protests ke bawajood. Thake haar gaya, woh unke nirantar daur ke liye samarpan karne ki soch raha tha.
(As she cowered behind the shelter of the bus stop, her chest heaving with each labored breath, she silently pleaded for respite. But her moment of solace was shattered by the distant echo of approaching footsteps, a grim reminder of her relentless pursuers.
The reasons behind their pursuit remained shrouded in mystery, despite her frantic protests of innocence. Exhausted and defeated, she contemplated surrendering to their relentless chase.)
Achchanak, ek door se aane wali engine ki goonj chuppi ko cheer di, har pal aane waali goonj ke saath nikla. Naye umeed ke saath, usne andhere mein nazar daudaayi aur dekha ek car jo bus stop ke paas ruk gayi thi.
Kisi hichkichahat ke bina, usne mauka pakda, beparwahi se gadi ke andheron mein slip kar gayi. Jaise hi usne apne ap ko gadi ke andar chhupa liya, uska dil utsaahit hokar dhadak raha tha, himmat kar ke vishwaas kar raha tha ki shayad woh ab nirantar peeche bhagte hue logon se bach jaayega.
(Suddenly, the distant hum of an engine pierced the silence, drawing closer with each passing second. With renewed hope, she peered through the shadows and spied a car slowing to a stop near the bus stand.
Without hesitation, she seized the opportunity, slipping into the shadows of the vehicle unnoticed. As she concealed herself within its confines, her heart raced with anticipation, daring to believe that she might finally elude her relentless pursuers.)
Lekin uska fugutive ka ephimeral ahasaas chhota jeevan tha, uske apahij shikar karne waale ke bhayavah vaayu ke swar uske nazdeek aaye, unka poochne ki maang uske kaanon mein gunjti hui.
Saans rok kar, usne prarthna ki ki uska aashray avishkarit rahega, uske nirantar shikaariyon ke sparsh ke shikar hone ke liye, uski asha ki dhaara pakad kar ki shayad mukti unke nirantar shikariyon ke pahunch se thoda door ho sake.
(But her fleeting sense of triumph was short-lived, shattered by the ominous voices of her tormentors drawing near, their demands for her whereabouts echoing in her ears.
With bated breath, she prayed that her sanctuary would remain undiscovered, clinging to the fragile hope that salvation lay just beyond the grasp of her relentless pursuers.)
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Author's Note:
English is not my native language, so I appreciate your understanding if there are any errors in my writing. Your feedback is valuable to me, so please let me know in the comments if you enjoyed my story or if there's anything I can improve upon. Thank you for your support, and I look forward to seeing you again soon!
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