Reyansh's POV
I wasn't expecting the day to end with a car crash-and definitely not with a screaming woman in the middle of the street.
When I stepped out of the car, my head was already pounding from work, from family expectations, from this whole messed-up life I was living. And then she appeared-fierce, furious, with eyes that could cut through steel.
"Are you out of your mind?" she had shouted.
I didn't even know what to say. I wasn't in the mood for this chaos.
I said sorry. I did. But apparently, that wasn't enough for her.
"Excuse me mister whatever-your-name-is..."
The way she spoke-so full of fire. And yet... something about her made me pause. Not just her anger, but the way she stood there, like she'd fought the world before and won.
I tried walking away. I thought that was it.
But no. Hours later, her voice still echoed in my head. Her eyes... that strange familiarity. Like I'd seen them before. Or maybe just... felt them before.
Who was she? Why did I feel like this wasn't over?
And more importantly-why did a stranger's anger feel more real than anything I've felt in years?