In the present, Arjun leaned back in his office chair. The city lights of London blurred outside his window, a sharp contrast to the humid, cramped room in the video.

Arjun found the file buried in a folder titled Old_Phone_Backup_2019 . It was named exactly that: yaarana--niflix_und_720pmp4 .

"Patience, yaara," Saif replied, his laugh crackling through the cheap phone microphone. "The climax is coming."

Two minutes passed. Then, the typing bubble appeared. Then another.

Arjun smiled, the blue light of his modern monitor reflecting in his eyes, finally matching the glow of the hostel room from seven years ago. Some things were worth the storage space.