The early morning light filtered softly through the sheer curtains of the Singhania mansion’s bedroom, casting a gentle warmth across the marble floor. Amrit, having woken up before Akshat, decided to freshen up. She headed into the washroom, her kurti halfway unzipped as she muttered under her breath.

“Ye ameeron ke ghar ke darwazon ko kya ho gaya... itna bada mahal hai, par washroom ka lock toh theek kara lo!” she grumbled, attempting once again to lock the door. The bolt clicked halfway and jammed. She sighed, giving up, and instead walked out, locking the bedroom door from inside for safety.