AYRA'S POV:

I stood frozen in place, struggling to process the bewildering events that had just unfolded. My eyes were fixed on Mr. Arrogant, who was completely unfazed, casually operating his phone with a nonchalant air.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, releasing a long, frustrated sigh as he blew out air from his mouth.

He tried once more to operate his phone, and his persistence only heightened my concern.

"Are we trapped?" I asked hesitantly, breaking the uneasy silence that had settled between us. The question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of our uncertain predicament.

He slowly raised his head and looked at me blankly, his...