One for all, all for one

As the night deepened, everyone found their own ways to unwind—some enjoying the company of others, while some preferred the solitude of their own thoughts. In his room, Mahi had just finished a call with Sakshi, who had been missing him. Feeling his throat grow dry and scratchy, he decided a cup of steaming milk might soothe him. After placing the order, he thought he'd enjoy it out on the balcony, taking in the night air.

But as he pulled back the curtains and stepped onto the balcony, he was met with a sight that sent a chill down his spine. The weather, calm just hours ago, had transformed into something wild and menacing. The wind howled with a ferocity that demanded attention, whipping through the trees with a force that made them bend precariously. The cold, biting rain hit him instantly, each drop like a tiny shard of ice against his skin.

The sky above was a roiling sea of dark clouds, churning with an intensity that suggested something far worse was on the horizon. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach, making his skin prickle with apprehension.

He quickly retreated inside, closing the balcony door behind him. His instinct told him that something was off, and as the worry gnawed at him, he turned on the TV, flipping through channels until the local news flashed on the screen.

His worst fears were confirmed. The anchor's voice was tense, delivering the news that a tornado warning had been issued. The screen displayed maps, red zones indicating the areas at risk. The alert was clear—no one should be outside, and those already out should seek shelter immediately.

Mahi's thoughts immediately jumped to Virat, Rohit, and Ritika. His concern deepened, and without a second thought, he picked up his phone and dialed Virat's number.

In his room, Virat was lounging on the bed, headphones on, engrossed in a movie. The sudden vibration of his phone on the nightstand caught his attention. He paused the movie, seeing Mahi Bhai's name on the screen.

"Haan, bhai?" Virat asked, his tone casual as he pulled off his headphones.

"Virat, tum teeno kahaan ho?" Mahi's voice was laced with urgency.

"Bhai, mai yahi hotel mein hu. Had some work to finish up. Par kya hua? Why do you sound so tense?" Virat replied, now sensing the gravity in Mahi's tone.

Mahi sighed in relief but quickly got to the point. "There's a tornado warning, Virat. The weather is terrible. I'm watching the news right now—they're advising everyone to stay indoors. It's dangerous out there."

Virat's casual demeanor shifted to concern. "What? A tornado? Bhaii Rohit and Ritika went ahead for the dinner. They're still there..I'll call them right now."

" Oh god...I'll call Rohit. You just stay put in your room, Virat," Mahi instructed, his voice firm.

"Okay, bhai. But please update me ," Virat responded, the seriousness of the situation settling in as he hung up.

Mahi immediately dialed Rohit's number, his mind racing with worry.

At the restaurant, Rohit was about to speak when his phone vibrated on the table, cutting through the tension. He frowned slightly, irked by the interruption. Seeing Mahi Bhai's name on the caller ID, a wave of concern replaced his frustration. He knew Mahi wouldn't call without a good reason.

With a sigh and a reassuring smile to Ritika, he picked up the call.

"Haan, Mahi Bhai, bolo," Rohit greeted, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of worry.

"Rohit, where are you? Are you still at the restaurant?" Mahi's voice was urgent, making Rohit sit up straighter.

"Yeah, we're still here. Kya hua bhai ? Sab theek hai?" Rohit asked, his concern deepening.