Ishika's POV:

I started searching for my lost husband. With each passing second, it felt like years. Where could he be? Had I upset him? My mind spun with endless scenarios, each more unsettling than the last. My heart was racing so fast, I thought it might leap out of my chest any moment. Was he okay? No, of course, he was fine. He must have just gone somewhere nearby. Right? I kept repeating this to myself, pacing back and forth in the room for the past ten minutes.