After Swathi got fucked by Irfan, his cousin and his friend Shariff, her holes were badly hurt, and she didn’t meet me or anyone. She didn’t even respond to my calls and messages.
After a week, I met Swathi alone in the ground-floor elevator. She went out for a walk with her kid and was returning to her home. I held her hand, pressed the floor button in the elevator, and took her to my house quickly without anyone noticing. Swathi was saying she cannot come and said to leave her hand. I didn’t listen. I opened the main door, took her and her baby inside, and closed the door.
Swathi was wearing a T-shirt and track pants.

Me: What’s wrong with you, Swathi? Why are you not responding to my calls and messages?