They both descended the stairs slowly, side by side, looking effortlessly regal, but before they could even greet anyone, they found Maan and Smaira already standing there at the bottom, arms folded, waiting as though they had been on duty since the crack of dawn. Both pairs of eyes shot directly at Mihir and Tara, and the siblings exchanged looks full of mock seriousness.

“Bhaiya, you told everyone to assemble here at seven sharp, and just look at the time now—it’s 7:02 a.m.,” Maan announced dramatically, checking his watch with a smirk that screamed *I caught you red-handed.* Mihir’s eyes immediately darkened, the infamous Raichand glare making its appearance in full glory.