Riya Singh had a knack for getting into trouble, even on her last day alive. Diagnosed with a rare condition that gave her exactly 24 hours to live, she decided Delhi wasn’t dramatic enough for a grand finale. So, she booked the first flight to Kashmir. Snow, mountains, and an impulsive decision? Perfect.

Her plan was simple: live it up before she died. But plans, much like Riya herself, had a habit of going wildly off-script.

Scene 1: Welcome to Chaos

Riya landed in Srinagar, dragging her suitcase through the snow outside the airport. She flagged down the sketchiest cab she could find.

“Madam, hotel ka naam?” the driver asked, looking at her suitcase, which seemed unusually heavy.

“Any hotel with hot food and zero responsibilities,” she replied, tossing the bag into the trunk.

Unbeknownst to her, a frantic man in a leather jacket was pacing near the baggage carousel inside the airport. Adil Khan, low-level drug dealer and part-time disaster magnet, had accidentally swapped his stash with the wrong suitcase. Her suitcase.

“Bhai, tu samajh raha hai na?” Adil hissed into his phone. “Galti se kisi tourist ke bag utha liya. Drugs toh uske bag mein hain!”

The reply came in the form of a death threat, and Adil hung up, muttering to himself, “Kashmir mein snowfall dekhne aaye the, aur ab mujhe snowfall ke neeche daba diya jayega.”

Scene 2: Knock, Knock, Trouble’s Here

Later that evening, Riya was in her cozy hotel room, trying to figure out the TV remote, when the door burst open.

“WHAT THE—” Riya screamed, grabbing a decorative pillow for protection.

In walked Adil, looking like he’d just been chased by wolves.

“Where’s the bag?” he demanded, ignoring her confusion.

“Excuse me?” she said. “Do I look like customer service to you?”

“Your bag—my bag—wrong bag!” he sputtered, opening her suitcase. His face went pale as he pulled out one of the tightly wrapped bricks.

“WHAT IS THAT?!” Riya shouted.

Adil groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Cocaine. So much cocaine.”

Riya blinked. “Cocaine? In my suitcase? I mean, I get dying with drama, but this is next level.”

“You don’t understand,” Adil snapped. “This was meant for someone else. If I don’t get it back, they’ll kill me. And if the police find it, they’ll kill us both!”

“Hold on,” Riya said, raising a hand. “Let me get this straight. You shoved drugs into my luggage, and now you’re ruining my hotel stay because you’re bad at your job?”

Adil clenched his jaw. “Lady, you have no idea how serious this is.”

“Oh, I have some idea,” she replied. “The words life imprisonment come to mind.” She paused, then grinned mischievously. “You know what? This could be fun.”

“Fun?!”

“Yeah,” she said. “Let’s see how far we can take this before someone kills us.”

Scene 3: Into the Snowstorm

Adil dragged Riya out of the hotel.

“Where are we going?” she asked as he pulled her through the snow-covered streets.

“To meet someone who can help,” Adil said, his eyes darting around nervously.

They ducked into an abandoned alley where a short, stocky man in a fur coat was waiting.

“Hamid?” Adil called.

Hamid turned, his expression darkening. “Adil Khan! Tum phir se mujhse panga lene aaye ho?”

Adil groaned. “Not now, Hamid. I just need—”

“Who is she?” Hamid interrupted, pointing at Riya. “Aur yeh kya hai tere paas?” He peered at the suitcase and then back at Riya, looking deeply suspicious.

“His boss,” Riya said cheerfully, extending her hand. “I run the entire cocaine empire. Didn’t he tell you?”

Adil turned to her, horrified. “What are you doing?!”

“Helping,” she whispered, grinning.

Hamid frowned. “Cocaine empire? You?”

“Yes,” she said confidently. “And I’m very disappointed in Adil’s performance lately. He’s sloppy, unprofessional, and has zero negotiation skills. Honestly, I’m thinking of replacing him.”

Hamid blinked. “Replace him with whom?”

“YOU, Hamid,” she said dramatically, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Do you have what it takes?”

Adil slapped his forehead. “She’s insane.”

Hamid, however, was suddenly interested. “Maybe I do,” he muttered, puffing out his chest.

Before the conversation could go further, a siren blared in the distance.

“POLICE!” Adil hissed.

“Finally, some action!” Riya said, grabbing Adil’s arm and pulling him into the chaos.

Scene 4: The Wedding Crashers

As they ran through the snowy streets, they stumbled into a massive wedding procession. Riya grabbed a glass of juice from a waiter as she dragged Adil into the crowd.

“What are you doing now?!” Adil whispered furiously.

“Blending in,” she said. “Rule number one of avoiding cops: dance like nobody’s chasing you.”

And with that, she launched into an over-the-top dance routine, spinning wildly.

Adil tried to pull her back. “STOP! Everyone’s staring!”

“That’s the point!” she replied, twirling into the bride. “Oops, sorry, dulhan ji!”

The police ran past them, clearly confused by the sheer chaos of the wedding. Adil groaned, grabbing her arm. “We need to go!”

“Wait!” Riya shouted, grabbing a plate of gulab jamun on the way out.

Scene 5: The Emotional Goodbye

After hours of running, they finally reached a secluded spot overlooking Dal Lake. The moon shone brightly, and for the first time, there was silence.

Adil sat beside Riya, exhausted. “You’re insane,” he muttered.

“And you’re boring,” she replied, popping a gulab jamun into her mouth.

He looked at her, frowning. “Why are you like this?”

She smiled faintly. “Because I don’t have time to be anything else. Twenty-four hours, remember?”

Adil’s expression softened. “You were serious about that?”

“Yup,” she said lightly. “Rare disease. No cure. No big deal.”

“That’s… not fair,” he said quietly.

“Life isn’t fair,” she replied. “But hey, at least it’s funny sometimes.”

He looked at her for a long moment. “Riya… thanks.”

“For what?”

“For ruining my life.”

She laughed. “Anytime, Khan.”

The Next Morning

Adil woke up to the sound of birds and the faint smell of snow. He turned to Riya, only to find her sitting peacefully against the tree, her eyes closed and her ever-present mischievous smile still on her lips.

“Riya?” he called softly.

She didn’t move.

“Riya,” he said again, louder this time.

When she didn’t respond, his chest tightened. He crouched down, gently shaking her shoulder.

“Pagal ladki,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

The suitcase sat forgotten beside them, the chaos of the previous day fading into the stillness of the snowy morning. Adil sat there for a long time, watching the sunrise and trying to ignore the ache in his chest.

Somewhere in the distance, a wedding band played, and life went on, but for Adil, everything had changed.