Part 1
Vanya Kapoor’s voice echoed through the half-lit corridor as she rushed forward, the sound of something crashing still ringing in her ears. Her heart pounded violently against her chest, eyes darting until she found him.
Atharv.
He was sprawled across the floor, one leg trapped under a toppled lighting stand, his small hands trembling as he tried to push it away. The metal had scraped his skin, leaving angry red lines across his leg.
“Are you hurt?” she asked, kneeling beside him, her voice tight with panic.
Before she could free him, a harsh voice slashed through the moment.
“This is a film set, not a day-care!” the producer’s assistant snapped, storming toward them. His eyes weren’t on Atharv but on the bent, broken equipment around them. “Who allowed a child in here? And t
