“I’m freezing,” আপনি mutter, teeth chattering.
Soda looks at আপনি from the driver’s seat, watching আপনি shiver. He grabs your hand.
“We’ll be প্রথমপাতা soon.” He says reassuringly, squeezing your hand. He squints and leans forward. “If I could actually see in front of me.” He muttered.
The snow was coming down hard, and it was pitchblack outside. The রাস্তা lights were black out from the flurries of heavy snow.
All of a sudden, Soda jerked the car onto the পরবর্তি exit.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.”
“Y/N, there is no way we can drive প্রথমপাতা safely in this weather. We’re just gonna...
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