"However… I called you because it really is urgent," Akanksha whispered, her voice barely audible. "And it truly is a matter of life and death. It's related to my husband."
Without wasting time, she pulled out a small, worn pocket diary and pressed it into Rohit's hand. "Here. This is the one I wanted to give you personally. He used to carry it everywhere. Maybe it'll help."
Rohit frowned as he took the diary. With the auditorium lights already dimmed, reading it now was nearly impossible. He leaned closer. "What's inside?"
Akanksha rolled her eyes. "Is figuring that out also my job? Why would I give it to you then, genius?"
Before Rohit could reply, the middle-aged man seated in front of them turned around with an irritated expression.
"Excuse me," he muttered. "Could you two keep your voices down? The movie's about to start."
Rohit immediately nodded while pocketing the diary. "My apologies."
