Cloaked Intentions

The torrential rain lashed against the car, turning the narrow, winding road into a treacherous ribbon of asphalt. Inside, the tension was palpable.
"Ramu, you are disturbing me. I know how to drive. I am not that bad a driver. I will drop you home safely. Don't worry so much," Swara said, her voice strained as she tried to focus through the blurry windshield.
Ramu's eyes widened. "Didi ji. Watch the road!"
Just as she turned back, a figure emerged from the dense woods, directly into their headlights. A gasp escaped Swara's lips as she slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching a desperate protest against the wet asphalt. A sickening thud echoed through the car as the person landed on the hood, then was violently thrown onto the road. Time stood still. Swara sat frozen, hands gripping the steering wheel in a death grip, her body shaking uncontrollably. A sob tore from her throat.
"Didi ji! We should go! It will become police case! You could come in trouble!" Ramu pleaded, his voice laced with panic.
Swara glared at him, her eyes burning. "Help me! We need to get him to a doctor, now. Get him in the car."
