The sharp, sudden vibration of the smartphone against the polished wooden desk made Dipen Babu frown. He set his pen down for the second time that evening and glanced at the glowing screen. Seeing his wife's name, he quickly slid the green icon across. Before he could even get a proper "hello" out of his mouth, Arpita’s voice rushed through the receiver, sounding remarkably thin, hurried, and urgent.

“Hello? Dipen ji? Kya aapko meri awaaz aa rahi hai?”