"However… I called you because it really is urgent," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And it truly is a matter of life and death. Because it's related to my husband."
Wasting no time, Akanksha pulled out a small pocket diary and pressed it into Rohit's hand. "Here. This is the one I personally wanted to give you. I noticed he used to keep it with him all the time. 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 and whispered, "What could be in this diary?"
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.
"My apologies."
The man turned back toward the screen.
