The car's engine roared to life, surging forward, only to screech to a sudden halt at my beckoning. "Sir, wait!" I urgently called out. "By mistake, we've swapped phones."

Subhash, with a sharp glare from the driver's seat, caught my eye, but I deliberately looked away. Capitalizing on the moment, I handed my phone to Brihnnlla. Just as he was about to return it, my phone tumbled into a tightly packed hole. This was it—an opportunity. With the pretence of retrieving my phone, I planned to board the car, discreetly push the device into a deeper corner, and secure a ride with them. Was I losing my mind? "Shut up, Prashant. No time for contemplation. Are you in or out?" I demanded of myself. "I'm in," I muttered, squashing any lingering doubts, and swiftly entered the car. Taking action before anyone could reach for the fallen phone, I propelled the plan into motion.