T.S. calling...

T.S., calling me at this time? He has never done so. I hope everything is alright.

'Hello?' I ask.

No answer.

'T.S.?'

'...'

'T.S. is everything alright?' my lungs tense as I hear unfamiliar huffs from the other side,

'T.S. what's wrong?' I ask even more firmly.

'Noor,' oh finally.

'Yes, T.S. what's wrong? I'm listening.' I try my best to sound convincing. This is so not T.S. like.

'Rashi...' he inhales deeply. Is he crying? I have never seen or heard him cry before. 'They... they can't trace her,' he breaks down into short huffs.

'What? What do you mean they can't trace her?' I almost feel the ceiling rotating above me.

'Sh-she's missing. The cops are here.'

I freeze.