the clip he made me rewatch

Heena ki voice note auto ke peeche se, BKC ka traffic, "Kabir, Antop Hill, third year". I wrote it down before the auto even turned. Folding the 2024 release into my tote like a love letter going wrong.

Cutting chai at his office. Red pen. Four pages. Ninety-eight minutes. My wrist hurt watching him mark.

Then he made me look at the clip again. On his office screen. To "confirm the dupatta angle". The room went quiet yaar and my neck went red. I was watching my own body with a stranger and his red pen. I smiled at him. I actually smiled.

Verdict on a yellow Post-it: photographs only, no video, no audio. Six stills in the schedule. None of them is the clip. So the clip is illegal. Or I am. Pata nahi.

Screenshotted every DM with timestamps. AirDropped to Heena's second number before the chai turned. Felt like a spy. Felt sixteen.

Then I called my bank walking back. Two forwarded August advances haven't cleared. Legal relief under my feet and rent over my head. Same body. Both true.