Raveena stood frozen before the door of her flat, a portrait of utter devastation. A broken heel dangled from her limp hand, and the kohl around her eyes had bled into dark, ugly streaks, bearing witness to the torrent of tears that showed no sign of ceasing.
Her eyes were raw and bloodshot, her face a canvas of profound sorrow and exhaustion. It was as if the weight of a thousand unanswerable questions was physically crushing her, her very soul weeping in silent captivity.

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