Yuvaan

As I crouched beside Chavi, I could barely breathe. Her face was pale, and her head was bleeding . I reached out, letting my fingers graze her forehead. Her skin felt cold, fragile. Another tear fell before I could stop it. I saw the torn sleeve of her blouse, and a deep rage simmered in my chest. Inhaling sharply, I scooped her up in my arms, holding her close, as though that could somehow shield her from what had happened.