The Rollercoaster Ride

PART-9

Bewafa = Betrayer

Siddharth's face contorted in frustration, his voice laced with exasperation. "What the hell, Karan!? How can you be so careless!?"

Karan's eyes widened in defense, his hands raised in protest. "Woah, Siddharth , what did I do? I'm just trying to help."

Siddharth's irritation boiled over, his words spilling out in a torrent. "You left the keys in the car, and it was unlocked! What were you thinking? That's not just careless. It's reckless!"

Karan rubbed his head, his expression sheepish. "Ohh... Sorry, I wasn't thinking. I was so worried about Rudraksh that I didn't notice."

Siddharth's anger turned to despair, his shoulder slumping in defeat. "Great, just great. Now, what are we supposed to do?"

Karan's face lit up with hope. "But, what's the problem? We can use your car."

Siddharth's kick sent a nearby stone flying, his frustration finding a new target. "My car is in service, Karan! It's been in the shop for two days!"

Karan's eyes dropped, his hope deflating. "Oh no... I didn't think of that."

The two friends stood there, their helplessness hanging in the air like a challenge. They knew they had to act fast, but without a car, they were stuck. And, Rudraksh, in his fragile state, was speeding further away by minutes.

Siddharth grasped karan's hand, his grip tight with urgency, and started dragging him along. "C'mon, Karan! We can't just stand here. We need to follow him, make sure he's okay."

Karan stumbled after Siddharth, his eyes widened in concern. "But how? We can't just run after him."

Siddharth's face set in determination. "We'll find a way. We'll get an auto or taxi or something. We can't just let him go off on his own like this."

As they ran hurriedly down the street, Siddharth's anxiety grew. What if Rudraksh did something reckless? What if he hurt himself? The thoughts swirled in his mind like a flood, propelling him forward.

Karan kept pace behind him, his breath coming in short gasp. "Siddharth, slow down. We'll find him, I'm sure."

But Siddharth couldn't slow down. He had to keep moving, had to catch up to Rudraksh, before it was too late. His heart pounded in his chest, his senses on high alert, as he scanned the crowded street for a glimpse of Karan's car, or Rudraksh's familiar figure.

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As the evening sun dripped into the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the beach. Siddharth and Karan finally arrived, exhausted and breathless. Their eyes scouring the vast expanse of golden sand for a familiar figure. The dawn's warm light casts long shadow, making every lonely Walker seems like a potential mirage. They'd been searching for hours, but there was no sign of him.

Karan's face wash set in determination, his voice laced with annoyance and concern. "Siddharth, if he doesn't listen to us, I'll beat him senseless. What's so special about that... that Sanam Bewafa anyway?"

Siddharth's stifled chuckle cut through the air. "Nice one, Karan! But it's Sanam Grover, not Sanam Bewafa!"

Karan threw up his hands in air, exasperated. "Yeah, yeah, whatever! She's clearly not worth this much trouble."

Siddharth's eyes scanned the beach, his heart racing with worry. "Karan, c'mon, let's just find him first. We can deal with the rest later."

Karan's expressions softened slightly, his voice gentling. "Yeah, you're right. Let just find him."