The Rajvansh house buzzed with activity as the Malhotras gathered in the living room, surrounded by vibrant dresses, glittering bangles, and the hum of conversation. The women were deeply engrossed in selecting outfits for the upcoming events, while Darsh, the self-proclaimed victim of the day, reluctantly prepared tea under Kirti’s watchful eye.

In the kitchen, Darsh grumbled to himself, his voice a mix of frustration and self-pity. "Yaar, maine kis manhus ghadi me sabko bata diya ki mujhe chai banani aati hai?" He wiped his hands on a towel and loaded the tray with cups, his face a picture of exaggerated misery.