Advait paced restlessly outside, glancing at his watch. He was used to Drishti being awake by now, but here it was six in the morning, and the whole household seemed to be sleeping. “Lazy bunch,” he muttered, keeping himself busy while waiting for a decent hour to go inside. He’d come straight from the club and, feeling out of place, didn’t dare knock on the door so early.

As he wandered, he suddenly felt a firm tap on his shoulder and spun around, startled. “Who?”