The phone's relentless ringing mirrored the frantic beats of Piya's heart, each chiming a fragile hope that he would answer the call. Her mind is with a whirlwind of anxious thoughts and her heart is with fervent prayers, pleading with the universe for a connection that would assure that he is safe and on his way back. Every second seems like an eternity as she clung to the hope that this call could be the lifeline her heart so desperately needed.

The call is finally answered, and Aryansh's voice, though faint and strained, reached her ears.