As Jhanvi sat by the window on Raksha Bandhan day, the memories of past celebrations flooded her mind. She fondly recalled a sunny afternoon years ago, when Rahul and Jai, her mischievous older brothers, had teased her relentlessly about their gifts.

"Jhanvi, what did you get us this time? Last year's chocolates were so boring!" Rahul had exclaimed with a playful grin.

"Yeah, Jhanvi, we hope it's something better this year. Maybe a new video game?" Jai added, nudging her teasingly.

Jhanvi rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "You'll just have to wait and see," she replied coyly, hiding the wrapped presents behind her back.

Rahul and Jai exchanged knowing glances before bursting into laughter. "Come on, Jhanvi, we're just kidding. We love whatever you get us," Rahul said, ruffling her hair affectionately.

"But seriously, no more chocolates," Jai teased, earning a playful shove from Jhanvi.

Their banter continued throughout the day as they prepared for the evening's festivities. Amidst the laughter and occasional bickering, there was an unbreakable bond of love and care that defined their sibling relationship.

As the sun began to set, they gathered around the traditional Rakhi ceremony. Jhanvi tied rakhis on Rahul and Jai's wrists, and they in turn presented her with their carefully chosen gifts. Each gift was accompanied by a heartfelt card expressing their gratitude and admiration for their younger sister.

"See, we do appreciate your gifts, Jhanvi," Rahul said sincerely, handing her a beautifully wrapped box.

"Yeah, even if we pretend to complain," Jai added with a wink.

Jhanvi hugged them tightly, feeling overwhelmed with love. "I'm lucky to have brothers like you," she said softly, her voice tinged with emotion.

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of family and the echoes of their playful teasing, Jhanvi realized how fortunate she was to share such a deep bond with Rahul and Jai. Even though they teased her relentlessly, it was all in good fun, and their love for each other shone through every word and gesture.

Years later, as Jhanvi reminisced about that special Raksha Bandhan, she cherished the memories of their playful banter and heartfelt moments. Though they were now miles apart, their bond remained as strong as ever, a testament to the enduring love and camaraderie between siblings.

Jhanvi sat by the window, staring at the rain-drenched streets below. Her thoughts swirled in a tempest of grief and fear. Rahul, her husband, had been taken from her in a senseless act of violence. Now, with Jai, her young son, missing after being kidnapped by terrorists, her heart felt like a hollow cavern.

As she clutched Rahul's old jacket to her chest, memories flooded her mind. "Rahul," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Why did you leave me alone like this?"

A faint knock on the door startled her. She wiped her tears and opened it hesitantly. It was Alisha, Rahul's sister, with a solemn expression etched on her face. "Jhanvi, we just got an update," Aarohi said gently. "The authorities are doing everything they can to find Jai."

Jhanvi nodded, her voice trembling. "I can't lose him, Alisha. Not like I lost Rahul."

Alisha embraced her tightly. "We won't lose him, Jhanvi. We'll find him."

Later that evening, as darkness enveloped the city, Jhanvi sat with Aarohi and Rahul's best friend, Arjun, in their living room. The silence was heavy, each lost in their own thoughts until Arjun spoke up.

"We'll get through this, Jhanvi," Arjun said softly. "Rahul always said you were the strongest person he knew."

Jhanvi managed a faint smile. "I don't feel strong, Arjun. I feel... empty."

Aarohi squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay to feel that way, Jhanvi. We're all here for you."

Just then, Jhanvi's phone buzzed with a message. It was from an unknown number. Her heart raced as she opened it, hoping against hope for news about Jai.

The message simply read: "Meet me at the old warehouse on 5th Street. Come alone."

Jhanvi's hands shook as she showed it to Alisha and Arjun. "What do I do?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and hope.

Arjun clenched his fists. "We go together. We find Jai."

With resolve hardening in her eyes, Jhanvi nodded. "Let's go."

They arrived at the warehouse cautiously, every step echoing their shared determination and fear. Inside, shadows danced ominously in the dim light. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness, causing them all to tense.

"Jhanvi," a voice called out. It was faintly familiar yet distorted with urgency.

Jhanvi stepped forward, heart pounding. "Where's my brother?" she demanded, her voice quivering with suppressed emotion.

The figure stepped closer, revealing a worn face and tired eyes. "I'm sorry," he said, voice cracking. "I couldn't protect him."

Jhanvi gasped as recognition dawned. "You're... you're one of them," she whispered, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of anger and desperation.

"I'm not here to harm you," the man said quickly, raising his hands in surrender. "I'm here to help. They have Jai. They... they want something from me."

Arjun stepped forward, his voice cold and determined. "What do they want?"

The man hesitated, then whispered urgently, "They want the location of the shipment. They think I know where it's hidden."

Jhanvi felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Anger, fear, and a desperate need to save her brother warred within her. "Where is he?" she demanded again, her voice cracking.

The man swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously. "I can take you to him," he finally said, voice barely above a whisper.

Jhanvi glanced at Arjun and Alisha, who nodded in silent agreement. "Take us to him," she said firmly, her resolve hardening with each passing moment.

As they followed the man into the depths of the warehouse, Jhanvi prayed silently for strength. She didn't know what lay ahead, but she knew she would do whatever it took to bring her brother back home.

Vicky Kaushal as Arjun
Alia Bhatt as Alisha