SIXTY FIVE: WHAT A MESS

[SHAIRA's POINT OF VIEW]

As the police officer stepped forward to defuse the escalating tension, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. The chaos of the situation seemed to amplify with each passing moment, and I yearned for a sense of calm amidst the storm.

"Sir, let's all take a step back and address this situation calmly," the officer said firmly, attempting to diffuse the mounting hostility.

Jhotam, still seething with anger, reluctantly loosened his grip on Ezekiel's collar, allowing the officer to separate them. I stayed close by Jhotam's side, my hand gently placed on his arm, silently pleading for him to remain composed.

"Ezekiel, why would you want to hurt us?" Jhotam questioned, his voice laced with a mix of confusion and frustration. "We don't even know you. How could I have ruined your life?"