AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person
with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal...
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.
After what seemed like an eternity, the chopper finally descended, its propellers slowly winding down.
He quickly typed in the address and sent it to the cab service, his fingers trembling as he hit "Send." Then, without hesitation, he stepped off the chopper, the cold air biting at his skin as he rushed toward the waiting car. He jumped into the backseat, not sparing a second to glance at the driver.
“Drive fast, please!” he said urgently, his voice filled with desperation. The driver nodded without a word, his foot pressing down on the gas pedal as the car pulled into the night.
Akshat's mind was a whirlwind of fear and frustration. He wanted to believe Amrit was fine, that nothing was wrong, but the thought of Virendra Thakur’s escape gnawed at him like a cold chill. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was racing against time, that he was one step away from disaster. His heart hammered in his chest as the city blurred past him, the headlights flashing like warning signs.
“Please be safe,” he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of the speeding car. He clenched his fists, his eyes scanning the streets, hoping, praying, for some sign that Amrit was okay. Each passing second felt like an eternity, the weight of the unknown pressing down on him, making it harder to breathe.
His mind stayed locked on one thing: getting to her before it was too late.
The cab screeched to a halt in front of the address, the engine’s hum fading as Akshat leapt out, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. His eyes darted across the surroundings—twinkling lights strung up in celebration, children running through the yard, their laughter echoing through the air. Women chatted amongst themselves as they worked, but Akshat didn’t see any of it. His mind was a singular tunnel, fixated only on one thing: Amrit.
