The orange curtain invaded the whole of the Raizaida mansion, whirls of black smoke acting as its accomplice. It did not matter how the fire had started, the essential thing was that all were out of the house. However, as Arnav's eyes darted around the burning bricks, Khushi was nowhere to be seen. The family members were outside, safe and now it was Arnav's job to get his wife out of this hell.
"Khushi!" Arnav yelled for his wife, the crackling of the fire's victims being the only response. Where was she? The last time he had seen her, she had been upstairs. in their room, he sprinted to the stairs, dodging the flames that attempted to slow him down. "Khushi! Khushi!" Arnav bellowed, racing to their room, the hinges of the closed doors covered in flames, administrating the fire to spread to their room. Arnav kicked opened the doors and his insides went cold. There was Khushi, sprawled on the floor, eyes closed, lying on her side. Arnav ran to her, collapsing beside her, propping her up on his lap, supporting her back with his arm, "Khushi, please wake up, open your eyes, come on, now..." he cried in desperation.