Growing more anxious, Shabd forcefully pushed open the door and rushed into the room. He meticulously searched every corner, but Kriti was nowhere to be found. Frustration and worry gripped him as he opened the closet, only to find the clothes he had personally bought for her neatly arranged. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration.
Where could she have gone with her injured leg? Kriti was alone in this harsh world, unaware of the dangers that lurked outside the safety of their home. Shabd's concern for her safety amplified, and he swiftly retrieved his mobile from his pocket. He opened the dialer, hesitated, and realized he didn't even have her mobile number.
Gritting his teeth, Shabd dialed his assistant's number, urgently seeking assistance in locating Kriti.
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As morning un
