The auditorium throbbed with evening excitement. The annual function was in full swing, half the performances had already dazzled the audience, and half were still waiting backstage with shaking hands and hopeful eyes.

For Ansh, however, there was no moment to breathe. He stood backstage with his clipboard, checking cues, adjusting mic volumes, and instructing volunteers. The responsibility of keeping the entire event running smoothly  rested on his shoulders and despite the sweat on his forehead and the constant rush, his posture stayed straight, every step determined.