"Reborn in the Movie Universe: Continuation"

(A/N: This is my first time writing a car chase sequence. After reading it, please let me know if it's good or not and whether I should write more of these in the future.)

[3RD PERSON POV]

As Krishna approached his sleek, jet-black Rolls-Royce parked discreetly beneath a streetlight, the faint glow reflected off its polished surface like liquid obsidian. With a quick flick of his wrist, he opened the passenger-side door and gently set Jhanvi inside. Her wide eyes darted around nervously, hands gripping the soft leather seat as if it were her lifeline. Krishna shut the door with a firm but controlled motion and walked around the front of the car. Without missing a beat, he placed a hand on the hood, gracefully vaulted over it, and slid into the driver's seat.

The deep, resonant purr of the engine filled the silent street as Krishna turned the key. The car came alive, a mechanical beast ready to be unleashed. Krishna's sharp gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, and his lips curved into a knowing smile. The soft hum of approaching engines broke through the stillness, growing louder with every second. Soon, clusters of headlights pierced the night, their beams swarming like a pack of wolves catching the scent of their prey.

Krishna glanced sideways at Jhanvi, who sat frozen, her knuckles white against the dark leather. Her breaths came in quick, shallow bursts. "Looks like your dear jiju is serious about getting you back," he said casually, his voice smooth as silk, almost teasing.

Jhanvi turned in her seat, craning her neck to look out the back window. Her breath hitched as she saw several vehicles closing in, their aggressive speed a clear sign of intent. "They're… they're chasing us!" she stammered, her voice trembling.

Krishna smirked, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as his foot pressed harder on the accelerator. The Rolls-Royce surged forward, its tires gripping the asphalt with ferocious precision. "Oh, they're not just chasing us, sweetie," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "They're trying to put on a show. Question is—do you want to watch, or do you want to star in it?"

Jhanvi blinked at him, confusion mingling with panic. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice thin and strained.

His grin widened, and his eyes gleamed with a mischievous light. "A little cinema never hurt anyone." With that, he shifted gears and pushed the accelerator to the floor. The Rolls-Royce roared like a caged tiger finally let loose, eating up the road ahead as the pursuing cars struggled to keep pace.

Jhanvi's heart slammed against her chest as she fumbled with the seatbelt, securing it tightly. "What are you doing?" she cried, her voice rising with alarm. "Slow down!"

"Slow down?" Krishna said, a laugh escaping his lips. "Sweetie, if you're going to be kidnapped, you might as well enjoy the ride."

The road ahead was a narrow ribbon of asphalt, its edges shrouded in darkness. Krishna expertly navigated the twists and turns, his hands steady on the wheel. Behind them, the convoy of vehicles roared louder, their headlights painting erratic patterns across the street. Krishna glanced in the side mirror, his smile never faltering. "Let's see how good they are at driving."

Jhanvi's grip on the armrest tightened as the car swerved slightly, throwing her against the door. "This is dangerous!" she shouted, her voice teetering on the edge of hysteria.

"Dangerous? Maybe," Krishna replied, his tone light as if they were discussing the weather. "But it's also fun, don't you think?"

The cars behind them were closing in, their engines growling like hungry predators. Krishna's Rolls-Royce darted through the empty streets, its powerful engine purring smoothly even at breakneck speed. The lead car in the convoy attempted to overtake them, pulling up alongside the Rolls-Royce.

Krishna's sharp eyes flicked toward the car, and his smile turned almost predatory. Without warning, he jerked the steering wheel to the left, forcing the pursuing car to swerve abruptly to avoid a collision. The driver lost control for a moment, the car skidding dangerously close to the edge of the road before regaining balance. Krishna chuckled. "Amateurs."

Jhanvi turned to look out the window, her heart leaping into her throat as she saw the narrow escape. "They're not going to stop," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Of course not," Krishna said, his tone almost cheerful. "But neither am I."

The Rolls-Royce veered onto a side street, the tires screeching as Krishna executed a perfect drift around the corner. The pursuing cars followed, their drivers pushing their vehicles to the limit. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white as Krishna wove through the maze of streets, his every movement calculated and precise.

Jhanvi's hands clutched the seatbelt tightly, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. "Do you even have a plan?" she asked, her voice rising with desperation.

Krishna glanced at her, his expression calm and confident. "A plan? Plans are boring. This is all instinct, Sweetie."

She stared at him, her fear momentarily replaced by disbelief. "You're reckless," she muttered under her breath.

He laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Maybe. But you're safe, aren't you?"

The tension inside the car crackled like a live wire as Krishna maneuvered through the streets with a calmness that bordered on surreal. His hands moved effortlessly on the steering wheel, his foot balanced perfectly on the accelerator, as if the chaos behind him was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

Jhanvi, on the other hand, sat rigid in her seat, clutching the edges of the leather upholstery as if her life depended on it. Her knuckles were white, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. She cast nervous glances behind them, watching the swarm of cars in relentless pursuit.

The straight stretch of road ahead provided a brief moment of calm, but it was shattered by a sharp, metallic sound.

Bang! Bang!

The unmistakable echo of gunfire cut through the air like a knife. The rear windshield shook slightly from the vibrations, though the bulletproof glass held firm. The sound hit Jhanvi like a jolt of electricity.

Her head whipped around, and she saw flashes of light in the darkness behind them. The men in the pursuing cars were leaning out of their windows, guns raised, firing recklessly in their direction. The glint of polished steel shone under the dim streetlights as the bullets ricocheted off the road and the rear of the car.

"We're being shot at!" Jhanvi screamed, her voice cracking with panic. "They're shooting bullets! We're going to die!"

Krishna, unfazed by the chaos, let out a low chuckle, the sound maddeningly calm and almost playful. "Not so fast, Sweetie," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Jhanvi stared at him, disbelief etched into her features. "What do you mean, 'not so fast'? They're shooting at us! You can't just laugh!"

Krishna didn't answer immediately, his focus locked on the rearview mirror and the road ahead. His lips curved into a devil-may-care smile as he reached for the handbrake. "Time to shake things up a bit," he muttered.

Before Jhanvi could ask what he was doing, Krishna pressed his foot on the brake pedal slightly to slow the car. Then, in a single, fluid motion, he yanked the handbrake while spinning the steering wheel sharply. The tires screeched in protest, a sharp, high-pitched cry that seemed to echo through the empty streets. The car twisted on its axis, its rear swinging around in a perfect arc until it faced the oncoming convoy.

Jhanvi felt her stomach lurch violently as the world spun outside the windows. "What the hell are you doing?" she cried, her voice high-pitched and trembling.

Krishna released the handbrake and smoothly shifted into reverse gear. The car leapt backward, accelerating just as quickly as it had been moving forward, but now with the headlights illuminating the approaching chaos. His eyes flicked to Jhanvi for a brief moment, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Enjoy the show," he said.

Driving in reverse at such breakneck speed would have been suicidal for most people, but Krishna handled it with uncanny precision. The Rolls-Royce zipped backward along the straight road, the pursuing cars growing larger in the windshield now that they were facing each other.

As Krishna's car sped in reverse, the sound of gunfire ricocheting off the reinforced glass added a chilling backdrop to the already intense chase. The windshield bore faint scorch marks where bullets had tried—and failed—to pierce through. Jhanvi, gripping her seatbelt tightly, stared wide-eyed at the surreal chaos unfolding before her.

Her voice trembled as she yelled, "Krishna this way, we're going to die even faster!"

Krishna didn't look at her. His focus remained on the cars behind—or rather, in front of—their reversing vehicle. A calm smile spread across his face, contrasting the madness around them. "Not so soon," he replied, his tone almost teasing. Without another word, he reached down and retrieved a handgun from beneath his seat.

Jhanvi's heart skipped a beat as she saw him wield the weapon. "Wait—what are you—" Her words were swallowed by the deafening crack of a gunshot.

Holding the steering wheel steady with one hand, Krishna extended his arm out the driver-side window. His aim was precise, almost mechanical, as he fired a single shot. The bullet sped through the darkness, striking the front tire of the nearest pursuing car.

The results were instantaneous. The tire exploded, and the car spun violently out of control. It swerved sideways, its frame skidding across the asphalt with an ear-piercing screech. Sparks flew as the metal chassis ground against the road. The car flipped into the air, rolling twice before crashing into a ditch by the roadside. Flames erupted from the wreckage, casting a fiery glow across the dimly lit street.

The brief flash of fire illuminated Krishna's face, his expression unchanging—a mix of calm and satisfaction. Meanwhile, Jhanvi froze in shock, her body trembling. Her voice quivered as she said, "You… you just killed someone."

Krishna's eyes flicked toward her briefly, his smirk never wavering. "So what?" he said nonchalantly. "This is far from over. Hold tight—it's just getting started."

Jhanvi could barely process his words before Krishna floored the accelerator, causing the Rolls-Royce to lurch backward at an even greater speed. The other cars, momentarily stunned by the destruction, quickly resumed their pursuit. Headlights weaved and bounced in the mirrors, their glow like predators' eyes locked onto prey.

More gunshots rang out, the sharp cracks echoing through the night. Jhanvi ducked instinctively, clutching the seat as if it were a lifeline. "They're shooting again!" she cried, her voice breaking.

Krishna glanced at her, his smirk softening into something that almost resembled reassurance. "Relax, Sweetie. These guys couldn't hit the broad side of a barn," he said. Then, with a quick flick of his wrist, he turned the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve into a narrow alley.

The sudden turn forced the chasing vehicles to slam on their brakes. One car miscalculated and slammed into the alley wall, its bumper crumpling like paper. The rest followed Krishna into the tight space, the drivers clearly desperate to keep up.

Krishna's hands moved like a pianist's, graceful yet decisive as he maneuvered through the narrow passageway. The alley was barely wide enough for his car, but he navigated it with the confidence of someone who'd done this a hundred times before.

Jhanvi, still reeling from the earlier explosion, could only watch in disbelief. "How… how are you so calm?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the roar of the engine.

Krishna chuckled. "Because this is just another Tuesday for me," he said.

The alley opened up into a wider street, and Krishna spun the car again, this time facing forward. He shifted gears seamlessly, and the car shot forward like a bullet. The pursuing vehicles emerged moments later, engines roaring as they tried to close the distance.

Krishna's gaze flicked to the rearview mirror. "They're persistent, I'll give them that," he muttered. He glanced at Jhanvi and said, "You might want to hold onto something."

Before she could respond, he yanked the wheel sharply to the left, sending the car into a controlled drift. The tires screamed against the asphalt, leaving black marks as the car swung around a tight corner. The sudden turn caused two of the chasing cars to collide with each other, their drivers unable to react in time.

Jhanvi's breath hitched as she watched the wreckage in the side mirror. "This… this is insane," she murmured.

Krishna grinned. "Insane? Sweetie, this is what happens when you're too good at what you do."

The remaining cars were relentless, their drivers pushing their vehicles to the limit. One managed to pull up beside Krishna's car, its passenger leaning out with a gun aimed at the tires.

Krishna's eyes narrowed. With a quick jerk of the wheel, he forced the Rolls-Royce into the other car's side, causing it to swerve dangerously close to the edge of the road. The driver panicked and overcorrected, sending the car careening into a lamppost.

As the wreckage fell behind them, Krishna let out a low whistle. "Amateurs," he muttered.

The road ahead stretched into the darkness, but the danger was far from over. The remaining pursuers were regrouping, their headlights cutting through the night like a pack of wolves closing in on their prey. Krishna glanced at the fuel gauge, his mind calculating the next move.

"Buckle up, Sweetie," he said, his tone laced with both warning and excitement. "The real fun's about to begin."

The Amaravathi city main road was alive, even at midnight. Streetlights cast a golden glow over the bustling street, where late-night vendors called out to customers, couples strolled hand-in-hand, and honks from impatient drivers filled the cool air. The atmosphere was vibrant, almost serene, until a sudden crescendo of roaring engines shattered the calm.

A black Rolls-Royce burst onto the main road from a narrow alley, its tires screeching as Krishna expertly maneuvered a sharp turn. But something was wrong—the car had entered the wrong lane. Oncoming vehicles honked aggressively, headlights flashing in chaotic patterns as drivers swerved to avoid the luxury car barreling toward them.

Jhanvi gripped the edge of her seat tightly, her eyes squeezed shut, too terrified to face the chaos unfolding around her. Her heart pounded as she felt the car weave and jerk, narrowly avoiding collision after collision. The unmistakable crack of gunfire rang out intermittently, adding to her terror.

Krishna glanced at her, his expression calm, almost amused. With one hand firmly on the wheel, he reached out and gently patted her head. "Calm down," he said, his voice steady and soothing, as if they weren't in a life-and-death chase. "Nothing's going to happen to you as long as I'm here."

The warmth in his tone reached her. Slowly, Jhanvi opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his for a brief moment. There was something about the way Krishna looked at her—his confidence, his calm demeanor—that eased the storm inside her. Her fear melted away, replaced by an inexplicable sense of trust.

"Okay," she said softly, her voice steadying. But then she added with a hint of nervousness, "But maybe look at the road while driving?"

Krishna laughed lightly, turning his eyes back to the chaos ahead. "Oh, sorry about that," he quipped, as if he hadn't just been dodging death by inches.

Up ahead, a large intersection loomed, the lights flashing yellow to warn of the late hour. Krishna calculated his approach as oncoming traffic surged toward them. With a swift flick of the wheel, he sent the car into a wide arc, cutting across lanes to make a turn. The Rolls-Royce glided through the maneuver with remarkable grace, but the pursuing cars weren't far behind.

The street erupted in chaos as the chase entered the heart of the city. Pedestrians jumped out of the way, startled vendors shouted in confusion, and parked scooters were knocked over as Krishna's pursuers fired more shots, their bullets sparking against street signs and ricocheting off lampposts.

A fruit vendor yelled angrily as a bullet shattered a crate of mangoes, sending the golden fruit rolling across the pavement. One of the chasing cars hit the scattered fruit, its tires slipping briefly before regaining traction.

Jhanvi watched the madness unfold, her voice rising with panic. "They're still following us! And they're shooting! What if someone gets hurt?"

Krishna's lips curved into a wry smile. "They won't hit anyone if they can't even catch me," he said, his tone as cool as the midnight breeze streaming through the shattered side window.

The Rolls-Royce darted through the crowded streets, weaving between buses and taxis with astonishing precision. Krishna's hands worked the wheel like an artist with a brush, each movement deliberate, calculated. He spotted a narrow gap between two oncoming cars and accelerated, sliding through with barely an inch to spare.

Jhanvi gasped, clutching the door handle as the side mirror brushed against a passing truck. "Krishna, are you sure you know what you're doing?"

He grinned at her, unfazed. "Would you rather be in their car?" He gestured toward the rearview mirror, where their pursuers were still hot on their trail.

The chasing cars weren't as graceful. One clipped a lamppost while trying to follow Krishna's daring maneuver, its front bumper crumpling with a loud crunch. Another swerved too hard and sideswiped a parked delivery van, leaving a trail of sparks and shattered glass.

Despite the chaos, the remaining cars pressed on, their drivers desperate and reckless. Krishna's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of one car inching closer, its passenger leaning out of the window with a gun.

"Great," Krishna muttered under his breath.

Without warning, he slammed the brakes, causing the Rolls-Royce to decelerate sharply. The pursuing car didn't anticipate the move and surged ahead, its passenger caught off guard. Krishna seized the opportunity, accelerating again and clipping the rear of the car. The impact sent it spinning out of control, crashing into a stack of roadside barricades.

The explosion of sound drew gasps from the bystanders, who scrambled to safety. In the chaos, the Rolls-Royce sped past a busy food stall, the scent of fried snacks and hot chai briefly filling the air before being overtaken by the acrid smell of burning tires.

"See?" Krishna said, flashing a triumphant smile. "Told you I've got this."

Jhanvi shook her head, torn between relief and exasperation. "You're unbelievable."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," he quipped, his eyes scanning the road ahead.

But the chase was far from over. Two of the remaining cars managed to close the gap, their engines roaring as they flanked the Rolls-Royce on either side. Krishna's jaw tightened as he assessed the situation.

"Looks like they're stepping up their game," he said, more to himself than to Jhanvi.

"What do we do now?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Krishna's smile returned, sharper this time. "Now? We give them a night they'll never forget."

And with that, he shifted gears, the engine roaring as the Rolls-Royce surged forward into the city's labyrinth of streets. The night was far from over, and Krishna wasn't done proving why he was a man to be reckoned with.

As Krishna pushed the Rolls-Royce deeper into Amaravathi's maze of streets, the pursuing cars grew more aggressive, their drivers desperate to pin him down. The tension was palpable, each screech of tires and sharp turn adding to the chaotic symphony of the chase. Krishna's focus remained razor-sharp, his hands deftly maneuvering the wheel while his mind stayed two steps ahead.

But the sound of distant sirens suddenly broke through the cacophony. Jhanvi's eyes widened in fear as she turned to Krishna. "The police!"

Jhanvi's heart sank. She had nearly forgotten that to everyone else, they looked like the criminals. "What do we do now?"

"We keep playing," Krishna said nonchalantly, adjusting his rearview mirror as the sirens grew louder.

Ahead, the road opened up into a broad boulevard lined with towering glass buildings. The streetlights reflected off the glossy surfaces, bathing the area in a surreal glow. Krishna noticed flashing red and blue lights up ahead—a police blockade was being set up.

"They're trying to box us in," Krishna muttered, his tone tinged with irritation. "Amateurs."

The police cars were now closing in from all directions, their flashing lights illuminating the night. The blaring megaphones ordered Krishna to stop, their voices mixing with the relentless honking of cars caught in the chaos.

Jhanvi's hands gripped the seatbelt tightly. "Krishna, this is getting too dangerous. Maybe we should just—"

"Relax," Krishna interrupted, his tone calm but firm. "We're not stopping here. Trust me."

With the blockade ahead and the chasing cars behind, Krishna made a sudden and daring move. He veered sharply into a narrow alley, the Rolls-Royce barely fitting between the crumbling walls on either side. The sound of scraping metal echoed as the car brushed against the alley's edges, sparks flying.

Behind them, the pursuing cars hesitated. One tried to follow but got stuck, its sides grinding against the walls with a grating noise.

"Looks like they're not built for tight spaces," Krishna said with a chuckle, glancing at Jhanvi, who looked half-terrified, half-amazed.

As the Rolls-Royce emerged from the alley onto another main road, Krishna found himself back in the thick of traffic. The police cars, now more coordinated, were closing in fast, their drivers expertly navigating the city streets.

"Time to change the rules," Krishna muttered. He quickly switched lanes, darting between trucks and rickshaws, forcing the police to scatter and regroup.

One police car tried to cut him off, but Krishna anticipated the move. With a swift maneuver, he faked a turn, causing the police car to overshoot its position. The Rolls-Royce slipped past effortlessly, leaving the officers scrambling to regain control.

Jhanvi watched in stunned silence as Krishna executed move after move, each one seemingly impossible but perfectly timed. Despite the chaos, his expression remained calm, even amused.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she finally asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and exasperation.

Krishna laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just a little. You don't get to pull stunts like this every day."

The sirens grew fainter as Krishna led the chase into the outskirts of the city. The urban sprawl gave way to quieter, darker roads, where the streetlights were fewer and the traffic almost nonexistent.

The pursuers were thinning out, some lost in the maze of streets, others forced to stop due to their damaged vehicles. The police, too, seemed to falter, their presence gradually fading into the distance.

Finally, Krishna slowed the car, the engine purring softly as the chaos fell away behind them. He pulled onto a secluded road lined with trees, the serene surroundings a stark contrast to the madness they had just escaped.

Jhanvi exhaled deeply, realizing she had been holding her breath. "Did we… did we really just get away?"

Krishna leaned back in his seat, a satisfied grin on his face. "Told you. Nothing's going to happen to you while I'm here."

Jhanvi looked at him, her fear replaced by a mix of relief and awe. "You're insane, you know that?"

He laughed, turning to her with a wink. "Maybe. But it worked, didn't it?"

The quiet night enveloped them as the Rolls-Royce disappeared into the darkness, leaving the city and its chaos far behind.

The night was silent except for the soft hum of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves as the wind swept through the trees. Krishna finally pulled the Rolls-Royce to the roadside, its engine falling quiet. The tension of the chase dissipated, replaced by an eerie calm.

As soon as the car stopped, Jhanvi stumbled out, barely able to stand on shaky legs. She staggered a few steps before doubling over, the adrenaline in her system giving way to nausea.

"Whoa, easy there," Krishna said, quickly stepping out and coming to her side. His tone, though teasing earlier, now carried a hint of genuine concern. He placed a steadying hand on her back, rubbing gently to comfort her.

Jhanvi's breaths were uneven as she emptied the contents of her stomach onto the roadside. Krishna reached into the car, grabbing a water bottle. He unscrewed the cap and handed it to her.

"Here, drink this," he said, his voice softer now.

Jhanvi took the bottle with trembling hands, rinsing her mouth before sipping the water slowly. The cool liquid felt like a balm against her parched throat. As her breathing evened out, she glanced up at Krishna, who stood beside her with his arms crossed, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

"Well," he said, tilting his head, "it seems the ride wasn't fun for you, Sweetie."

Jhanvi glared at him, her exhaustion evident in the way her shoulders slumped. "This is all your fault!" she retorted, her voice hoarse but laced with frustration.

Krishna chuckled, leaning casually against the car. "Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad. Besides, what choice did we have? And let's not forget," he added, his tone taking on a mockingly sinister edge, "I'm your kidnapper. Shouldn't you be terrified of me? I mean, who knows what I might do to a young girl like you. Scary stuff, right?"

He threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing in the still night.

Jhanvi stared at him for a moment, her brows furrowing. Then, to her own surprise, she burst out laughing. The absurdity of the situation—the wild chase, Krishna's ridiculous attempt to be menacing, and his carefree attitude—was too much to handle.

"Haha! You… you're impossible!" she said between fits of laughter, clutching her stomach.

As Krishna watched Jhanvi laugh uncontrollably, a playful smirk danced on his lips. "Why are you laughing?" he asked, tilting his head with mock seriousness. "I'm being serious here."

Still giggling, Jhanvi managed to reply, "I believe in you… but not in the way you think." Her laughter only grew as she saw the mock offense on his face.

Krishna narrowed his eyes playfully, the smirk growing into a mischievous grin. "Oh, you think I'm joking, huh?"

Before Jhanvi could respond, Krishna's expression changed. With surprising swiftness, he reached forward, his hand wrapping around her waist. The sudden movement caught Jhanvi off guard, and the half-empty water bottle she was holding trembled in her grip.

"Krishna!" she gasped, her voice a mix of surprise and confusion.

He pulled her close, their faces now mere inches apart. Her breath hitched as their eyes locked—his playful gaze now carrying an intensity she hadn't seen before. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of her pounding heartbeat.

Krishna's free hand gently brushed against her face, his fingers tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. His touch was soft, almost tender, as if he was afraid she might break under his hands. Still holding her close, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper.

"I'm serious," he murmured, his tone low and deliberate. "I could do so many things right now."

Jhanvi's breath caught in her throat. She didn't move, didn't push him away. Her mind screamed at her to say something, to break the silence, but she was frozen, her cheeks burning with a warmth she couldn't explain.

Krishna leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, his voice laced with both playfulness and gravity. "I kidnapped you, Sweetie. We're completely alone here. Don't you think… I could do anything I want?"

Her fingers tightened around the bottle in her hand, but she still didn't speak. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—fear, nervousness, and something else entirely.

Krishna finally leaned back slightly, studying her expression. To his surprise, she wasn't resisting. Her wide eyes stared at him, and her face was flushed, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

He let out a soft sigh, his smirk softening into a small, genuine smile. Gently, he released her, stepping back to give her space. "Relax," he said with a chuckle, raising his hands in surrender. "I was just messing with you."

As the warmth of his hands left her, Jhanvi snapped out of her trance. She blinked, realizing what had just happened, and her face turned an even deeper shade of red. "Wh-what… what was that?" she stammered, clutching the bottle tightly.

Krishna leaned against the car for a moment, observing Jhanvi. The playful tension from earlier had faded, replaced by an uneasy silence. Her hands were trembling slightly, her body shivering not just from the cold but perhaps from exhaustion or lingering fear. The chill of the night air didn't help.

He sighed softly, his usual smirk replaced by a gentler expression. Without a word, he pulled off his jacket and walked over to her.

"Wear this," he said, holding it out to her.

Jhanvi looked up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain. "Wh-what?" she stammered, clearly caught off guard.

Krishna rolled his eyes but smiled softly. "Don't make me repeat myself," he said, his tone teasing but kind. When she didn't move, he sighed again and draped the jacket over her shoulders himself, adjusting it so it fit snugly.

"Let's go," he said, stepping back and gesturing toward the car.

Jhanvi hesitated for a moment, then nodded silently, pulling the jacket closer around her. The warmth of it, combined with Krishna's subtle gesture, brought her a sense of comfort she didn't expect.

They got back into the car, the engine purring softly as Krishna started it up. The tension seemed to linger in the air, though, as Jhanvi sat quietly, staring down at her hands.

"Now, where are we going?" she asked finally, breaking the silence.

Krishna glanced at her, a small smile playing on his lips. "Hospital," he said simply.

Jhanvi blinked, startled. "Why?"

He glanced at her again, his expression unreadable but calm. "You don't know?" he asked, his tone light but probing.

Jhanvi's shoulders tensed, and she looked down again, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of his jacket. Her voice wavered as she spoke, barely above a whisper. "I-it's not my fault… I didn't mean to…"

Before she could finish, Krishna reached over and placed a hand gently on her head. The gesture caught her by surprise, and she looked up at him, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"Don't worry about it," he said softly, his voice steady and reassuring. "But we need to get you to a hospital. You've been taking too many drugs, and they're starting to affect your body. We have to treat this as soon as possible."

Jhanvi's lips trembled, and she nodded slowly, the weight of his words sinking in. Jhanvi felt a warmth bloom in her chest—a feeling she couldn't quite put into words but one she knew was growing stronger with every passing moment. She murmured a soft, "Okay," and leaned back in her seat.

As Krishna drove through the quiet night, the rhythmic hum of the engine and the cool breeze through the window seemed to lull Jhanvi into a peaceful slumber. Her head gently tilted to the side until it came to rest on Krishna's shoulder.

Krishna glanced at her, startled at first, but his expression softened when he saw her serene face, her breathing even and calm. He shook his head with a quiet chuckle. "You're something else, aren't you?" he murmured under his breath, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Just as he began to focus back on the road, his phone buzzed loudly, breaking the silence. Careful not to wake Jhanvi, he fished the phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. The caller ID read Ammu.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he quickly picked up. "Ammu, is everything alright? Is everyone okay?" he asked, his voice tense but low enough to avoid disturbing Jhanvi.

On the other end, a soft laugh rang out, immediately easing his worry. "Calm down, Krishna," Ammu said, her voice warm and teasing. "Everything's fine. I just couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd call you."

Krishna let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, leaning back into his seat. "That's a relief," he said with a faint smile. "I mean, I know nothing's likely to happen to anyone, but getting a call from you at 1 a.m. isn't exactly normal. For a second, I thought—"

"—that the world was ending?" Ammu interrupted, laughing softly again. "Relax, Krishna. It's just me being restless."

Krishna chuckled. "And don't you think I might actually be sleeping at this hour?" he teased.

"Not a chance," Ammu replied confidently. "I had a feeling you were awake, and see? I was right!"

Her certainty made Krishna blink in surprise. "How did you know?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Call it a woman's intuition," Ammu said with a playful tone, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Hearing Ammu's playful tone, Krishna couldn't resist a mischievous grin. "Oh? And what else is this amazing woman's intuition telling you?" he asked jokingly, keeping his voice light.

On the other end, Ammu chuckled. "It's telling me… that you're with a woman," she said, her voice carrying a teasing lilt.

The words made Krishna freeze for a second, his hand tightening slightly on the steering wheel. "Ammu," he said slowly, feigning suspicion, "are you girls spying on me or something?"

Ammu laughed, but her tone turned curious. "So it's true! You are with a woman. Now tell me, Krishna—who is she? I want all the details."

Krishna sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. "Relax, relax. Yes, I'm with a woman, but it's not what you think."

"Oh really? Then what is it?" Ammu pressed, her curiosity clearly piqued.

Without missing a beat, Krishna replied casually, "I just kidnapped her."

The silence on the other end was palpable, and Krishna almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation. But before he could, Ammu's voice came through, louder and far less amused.

"What the hell, Krishna?! That's even worse! What do you mean you kidnapped someone? Are you out of your mind? What exactly are you doing?!" Her questions came rapid-fire, her voice a mix of genuine concern and exasperation.

Krishna couldn't help but laugh, his tone light and teasing. "Okay, okay, stop! Take a deep breath and let me explain."

With Ammu reluctantly quiet on the other end, Krishna gave her a quick rundown of the situation. He kept his tone calm and reassuring, downplaying the seriousness of it all.

When he finally finished, there was a brief pause before Ammu let out a long sigh. "Krishna, you're impossible," she muttered. "But fine, I get it. Still… why didn't you use a different car? They already know the license plate of the one you're driving."

Hearing this, Krishna smiled faintly, the glimmer of amusement never leaving his eyes. "Don't worry, Ammu. I have plans," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

On the other end, Ammu let out a soft sigh. "You always do, don't you?" she said with a smile in her tone. After a moment of pause, she added gently, "You're fine, right? You're not pushing yourself too hard?"

Krishna chuckled, the warmth in her concern tugging at something deep within him. "As fine as wine," he replied with a playful lilt.

Ammu burst out laughing. "Still as cheesy as ever, huh?" she teased. Then, her voice softened, tinged with longing. "When are you coming back? We miss you so much."

Hearing this, Krishna's expression softened further. His eyes flickered to Jhanvi, still asleep with her head resting against his shoulder. "Soon," he said quietly. "Just let me finish this work first."

"Alright," Ammu said with a small sigh. "But what are you going to do now?"

"I'm taking her to the hospital," Krishna replied, his tone steady.

"Good," Ammu said. "Be careful, okay?" There was a slight pause before she added, "Oh, and one more thing. Uncle Paani called Uncle Rangam earlier, but he didn't pick up. So Uncle Paani had Aamukta pass a message that Ramana's grandpa wants to meet him."

Krishna let out a deep sigh, his brow furrowing. "Why didn't Cutie Pie—or any of you—tell me about this earlier when we talked?" he asked, his tone carrying a hint of mild frustration.

"The call came after that," Ammu explained, her voice apologetic but lighthearted.

"Alright," Krishna said, shaking his head with a wry smile. "Don't worry. I'll handle it."

"Of course you will," Ammu replied, her voice softening. "Goodnight, Krishna. Take care of yourself."

"Goodnight, Ammu. You take care too," Krishna said, his voice warm and genuine.

The call ended, leaving the car in comfortable silence once more. Krishna placed the phone down, his eyes briefly lingering on Jhanvi. Despite the chaos of the night, her peaceful expression made him feel oddly calm.

With a deep breath, Krishna returned his focus to the road, the hospital looming closer with every passing mile.

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