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Meera Adi found me at the Bandra cafe. The boy I tipped two thousand rupees in July for the stills I loved. He stood over my table. He grabbed my wrist. He left a thumb-shaped bruise I am looking at right now. He said withdraw the screenshots or things get messy. I pulled free. The chair scraped. Two college students turned around. He backed off. The bruise is on the record. So is his face.
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Meera. That bruise in the second photo. Did someone check it properly? I want you to be okay.
Iced it when I got home. It's tender but nothing's broken. Thank you for asking.
I'm so angry I can barely type. Did you file a report? You have witnesses and that bruise.
Call me.
Nothing funny to say and I tried. You handled it and the proof is on the record. I'm glad.
The chair scrape. You pulled free. That's courage, Meera.