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“You hit him on the head!” Rohan laughed.

The scene shifted. The clatter of tiffin boxes being packed. Vikram’s wife, Priya, appeared, looking like a warrior who had just conquered a mountain. She was a senior software manager, already dressed in a silk salwar kameez for a client dinner, yet she was also the master of the household logistics.

“Hmm?”

“He won’t, Papa. I DMed him. He’s stuck in the Sector 18 traffic jam,” she mumbled, not looking up.

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For ten minutes, there were no emails, no traffic jams, no DMs, no client dinners. There was only the sound of chewing, the soft hum of the ceiling fan, and the distant call of a paanwala from the street below.

In the next room, her son, Vikram, was already dressed in a crisp white shirt, a Bluetooth headset nestled in his ear as he whispered into his phone, careful not to wake his teenage daughter, Kavya. “Yes, Ramesh, I saw the email. We’ll fix the quarterly report after the 10 a.m. call.” He balanced his phone, a coffee mug, and a laptop bag while simultaneously using his toe to nudge the stray cricket ball under the sofa. “You hit him on the head

The peace shattered as Kavya emerged. She was seventeen, wrapped in a oversized hoodie and a frown. Her hair was a waterfall of messy waves, and her eyes were glued to a phone that seemed fused to her palm.