Drishti hesitated at the doorway, the thought of refusing him making her stomach twist. Reluctantly, she stepped out of her room, feeling like a thief in her own home.

Now standing in the kitchen, she pretended to rummage through the fridge, but found nothing worth eating. However, her gaze was drawn to the countertop, where an array of snacks lay temptingly untouched: chips, cookies, and candy bars beckoning her with their sugary allure.