The air around them seems to fill with the sound of fear and nervousness as Kritvika and Kashvi stand at the window, their hearts pounding, while Ishvik and Advait keep a sharp watch on the stairs and lift, making sure no one can come up unnoticed.
Kritvika, with a determined flick of her wrist, throws a bundle wrapped in a large cloth. “Ye le bhai, tere aamanat…” Her voice trembles slightly, a mix of urgency and a hint of mischief.
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