The clock struck ten as Drishti and Vihaan sat in the hall, quietly scrolling through her phone. The silence was broken by the sound of unsteady footsteps. Tej stumbled into view, clearly inebriated, barely able to walk straight.

Drishti noticed his condition and stood up to help him, but Vihaan caught her hand, gesturing for her to sit back down. "Bhaiya, we should help him," she whispered, concern lacing her voice.