As the chopper soared through the night sky, Akshat’s eyes remained glued to his phone, his finger tapping repeatedly on the screen, as if willing Amrit to pick up. The hum of the helicopter was drowned out by the frantic thoughts racing through his mind, but no matter how many times he dialed, her number went straight to voicemail. His chest tightened with each unanswered call, and his feet continued to tap nervously against the floor of the helicopter cabin. Every second that passed without hearing her voice made the air feel heavier, his desperation growing with every passing minute.

The chopper sliced through the dark, its lights flickering against the vast expanse of the night sky. Akshat’s hands clenched around his phone, and his mind couldn't focus on anything except Amrit—her safety, her whereabouts. He didn't know what he'd do if something had happened to her. His eyes darted to the window, the dim lights of the city below a blur as he desperately tried to calm his racing heartbeat.