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... dark dusk had turned into  pitch dark,  she  switched her car headlights on,  not slowing down at all  driving at the same speed , every turn she turned  her tyres screeched shattering the  stillness   around  and far away 

Turning a corner  without slowing down was equal to inviting her death  but her troubled mind was still under the hangover of one mind stuck  in her head  ,,flee,  get away from the  clutches of inam shah as fast as possible,   she was guilty and helpless  forced by circumstances to run away  as far as she could go 

In the far straight distance  a neon  signboard was  visible  brightly,  in a  blink  she crossed the neon  signboard  information  of a  toll booth s presence one mile away,  headlights of the car  were shifting  at great speed on that  coiling road 

 Farida  s face was being  incessantly  hit by the  chilling  drifts  from the window  but she was unaffected,  she strongly held the steering wheel  ger eyes focused on the wind screen