Unfinished draft

Kavya was driving home after a bad day at work. She almost got fired for pitching a low quote to the client. The roads of Noida get secluded after 8 PM during summers, and winters would be a nightmare for anyone to drive around Sector 45. She always rolled up for the window and drove past to avoid any mishaps. The radio was loud stirring a raunchy Bollywood song. She crossed a BMW halted unusually in the middle of nowhere. She was curious and kept looking at the car in the rare view till she lost it. Clouds were rumbling, maybe thunder god wanted to give the residents respite from the scorching heat. She slowed down her car to take the call, of course, a necessary work call. While she was negotiating the next decline, the BMW passed through. She was perplexed at her interest in that car or maybe the person driving it. The call dropped and she was back on her route. As she drove past it again, the driver gave her a stern look. She saw a woman on the front seat, who was bleeding, or maybe it was her lipstick as Kavya thought. There was the entry gate of Kavya’s residential complex. Oh! Surprise, the BMW came to a halt right there. From the rare view mirror, Kavya saw that woman crippling. She waited inside the gate for a bit till the BMW was out of sight. Kavya continued to drive in her lane and kept an eye on that lady. As she reached her building, she parked her car and rushed to the other side of the tower to check with the woman. She could barely walk.

P.S. – I never completed this piece of work.