The news van screeched to a halt beside the court, joining two already parked others, their crews unloading cameras and equipment in a frenzy. Reporters, microphones in hand, sprinted toward AJ Laxmi, the scent of headlines in the air, eyes hungry for a story.
Vidya guided AJ Laxmi swiftly toward the car, ignoring the questions thrown at them. The media chased after them, their shouts growing louder, but AJ Laxmi's focus remained elsewhere.
Inside the car, AJ Laxmi slumped into the seat. His face was etched with exhaustion, bandages wrapping his head and arms. His eyes, hollow from grief and sleepless nights, darted to the rearview mirror as the chaos outside faded.
"Like vultures... they won't leave me alone," he muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. "It hasn't even been a minute since I stepped out, and they're already swarming."
