Hidden Truths, Hidden Desires

The first rain of the season lashed down with a ferocity that promised trouble. Inside the car, the wipers fought a losing battle against the torrential downpour. Your hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white.

"Didi ji," Ramu, your driver, called out tentatively from the passenger seat. "The weather is really bad, maybe I should drive now."

You ignored him, trying to focus on the blurry road ahead. Visibility was terrible, the winding mountain road treacherous.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the dark woods, stepping directly into the path of your headlights. You gasped, flooring the brakes. Ramu screamed, pulling the handbrake.

The car screeched, tires skidding on the wet asphalt. A sickening thud echoed, and a body landed on the hood before being flung onto the road.

The car stopped inches away. Silence descended, broken only by the drumming rain and your own ragged breathing. You were frozen, staring at the figure lying on the road.