Main Hoon. Na May 2026

“Then why are you here?”

“Arjun,” she said, shivering.

Kavya had called him at 11 p.m., voice fractured and low. “Arjun, I think I’m going to do it. Tonight. I just wanted someone to know why.” Then a click. Then silence. He had run twelve kilometers through broken streets and sleeping colonies, his lungs burning, because his scooter had chosen that precise evening to die. main hoon. na