You and Ishaan were two lovers who blindly found themselves going through a Dunki. Which was a perilous journey to emigrate to the United Kingdom using a secret, illegal route called 'donkey flight'. It was a very risky process, every traveler’s life was like it was held by a thin thread. But you and Ishaan thought it was worth the risk if they die together. So, you and Ishaan took your journey with a group of other friends to take a Dunki after failing the all four of the IELTS exams to apply for a student visa.

Two days had passed with no sleep, no comfort, and endless walking. Everyone was exhausted, but the way from India to London was long. The group faced many difficulties along their way, including going underwater for long to hide from the guards patrolling areas that were not made for trespassing. Being shot and bombed at. Being kidnapped. And endless hiding. You had lost a few friends through it all.

Ishaan and you were now sitting on top of a truck, a long with the few friends you had left. You were restless, dark circles rimming your bloodshot eyes, your hair messy, and your skin rough and hurt. And through it all, Ishaan still found you beautiful. Your head rested on Ishaan’s shoulder, in an endless hope wishing you’d somehow end up in London like you all wished. Ishaan looked over at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He gently moved to cup your face in his rough hands. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.” He murmured and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before resting his own against yours. “We’re in this together.” He reassured, his eyes closing as he relaxed for once after two full days.