RIDHAAN POV :

Me and Avy are sprinting down the hospital corridor, adrenaline pumping through our veins as our footsteps echo in the sterile silence. Sweat beads, a mix of fear and exhaustion, are running down our foreheads. The familiar stench of antiseptic fills the air, and I can barely breathe with the tension pressing in on me from all sides. We are both out of breath, our lungs burning as we round the corner into the VIP section. It’s quiet here, almost too quiet, and yet, that silence carries an unbearable weight.