It was the last exam of the semester, and my friends and I were in high spirits. Sonam, Akarshika, Aksha, and I had spent the afternoon taking photos and having fun, celebrating the end of our stressful study period. As time flew by, Sonam and Akarshika realized they were getting late and decided to leave by auto rickshaw. Aksha and I, who always waited for them to get an auto before heading off on our scooty, bid them goodbye.As they left, Aksha and I walked hand in hand towards our scooty, singing softly to each other. It was a beautiful moment, one of those rare, carefree days.Suddenly, our serene walk was shattered by a chaotic scene. A man and his wife, who were riding a bike in a reckless zig-zag manner, came hurtling from behind us. They lost control and crashed into a parked car. The collision was horrifying and happened right in front of us. The car driver, who had been innocently sitting in his vehicle, was in no way at fault.The woman was injured badly; her sari was soaked in blood. But her husband, instead of helping her, started shouting at the car driver. To make matters worse, some bystanders began recording the incident on their phones, and soon a crowd had gathered, unjustly blaming the car driver. Aksha and I were stunned, trying to comprehend the chaotic scene.After a few minutes of confusion, we snapped into action. Seeing the woman's condition, I began searching for an auto to take her to the hospital while Aksha tried to calm the crowd and explain what had really happened. The college security guard arrived to help control the situation.Finding an auto was not easy. Many drivers refused to take us because of the blood, but we finally found one willing to help for extra payment. The injured woman's husband continued to argue, showing no concern for his wife's...