Shaurya was crouched by the half-open door of Ruh’s room, his mischievous eyes darting inside waiting for the right moment to sneak in. Shivya, who had been walking past, paused mid-step, narrowed her eyes, and realized instantly that he's about to do something.

“Uss din issi harkat ki wajah se koote jaane wale the tum Vedant se,” she scolded sharply, marching forward and delivering a quick light slap on the back of his head. Shaurya winced dramatically, rubbing his head and turned to look at her.