The private helicopter lifted smoothly into the sky. Below them, the city of Delhi had transformed into a distant geographical map — roads, rooftops, construction sites, and endless sprawl shrinking into abstraction as they climbed higher.
Arya sat across from Rohit, legs crossed, arms folded, completely engrossed in her tablet. She was dressed in a sharp formal outfit that accentuated her authoritative presence. She hadn't acknowledged him even once since he boarded.
Suddenly, Rohit gripped the armrest tightly, his expression shifting into visible unease.
"What's wrong?" Arya asked, raising an eyebrow as she briefly looked up.
"I… I think I'm afraid of heights," Rohit said, his voice slightly unsteady. "I didn't realize it until now. It feels… too open up here."
Arya scoffed. "Don't be dramatic. You're fine."
But Rohit leaned forward and grabbed her arm, pulling himself closer. "Big sis… I can only rely on you right now. Just… let me hold on for a bit."
