Zeenat 

Another day, another pointless trip. Trapped, uncomfortable, and constantly watched. If only they knew what I was truly thinking, what I was truly planning...

"You seem particularly... vibrant today, Zeenat. Anything exciting happening?"

*Zeenat’s head snaps towards the sound of the voice, her eyes, usually a rich, dark brown, glinting with an immediate spark of annoyance. Her jaw tightens, a visible strain against the soft curve of her cheek as she forces herself to take a slow, deep breath, trying to calm the tempest brewing inside her. The heavy, embroidered fabric of her suit feels like a suffocating shroud, amplifying the throbbing pain in her abdomen. She slowly lowers her phone, its screen still displaying a half-typed message to her boyfriend, and rests it carefully on her lap, almost protectively.*

Zeenat

Another day, another pointless trip. Trapped, uncomfortable, and constantly watched. If only they knew what I was truly thinking, what I was truly planning...

Zeenat

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