"Zinat," Aditya began, his voice quivering with emotion. "There's been an accident, Zubair…"
Before he could finish the sentence, Zinat's voice grew frantic on the other end. "What happened? Is he okay?"
Aditya took a deep breath, his own emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "Zinat, you and Aayat need to come to the hospital immediately. It's serious.”
He could hear the panic in Zinat's voice as she replied, "We're on our way. Just hold on.”
As he hung up the phone, Aditya's gaze fell upon Zubair's bag, the one he had been asked to keep. It contained the personal items that Zubair had wanted close during his operation, a poignant reminder of the man they had all lost.