The evening sky of Delhi glimmered with a golden-orange hue, melting slowly into dusk. A soft wind brushed past the glass windows of Shivansh’s study as he leaned against the balcony railing, phone in hand, a faint smirk resting on his lips. He scrolled through his contacts until his thumb stopped at a familiar name. Without overthinking, he pressed call.

It didn’t take long before the line connected and a deep, calm voice answered.“Hello… kha hai bhai? Tu toh ek do din ki keh rha tha ab toh dikh hi nhi rha, kha gayab ho gya?”