The mall’s grand entrance loomed ahead, glittering in the morning sun, and Rishaan’s car finally eased to a halt in front of it. Within seconds, the back doors flew open like stage curtains revealing the first act of the day: Tarini hopped out with her usual effervescent energy, Ayla followed, practically bouncing in excitement, and Ashvin trailed behind, offering a mock salute to the crowd of onlookers. Varun, lounging in the passenger seat, reluctantly joined the throng, muttering about the lateness of the hour.

But Rishaan? He remained planted behind the wheel, unmoved, his expression a perfect blend of amusement and disdain. No amount of impatient shouts or sarcastic gestures seemed capable of budging him.