The heavy glass doors of the showroom swung shut, finally cutting off the chaotic whirlwind that was Trisha Rathore and Araadhna Nandan. Outside, the afternoon winter sun swallowed their retreating figures, leaving behind a thick, stunned silence in the opulent sandstone lobby.

​Siddharth stood frozen for a moment, his gaze lingering on the empty entrance. He slowly turned around, looking between his older brother and Ayaan with a completely bemused, utterly flabbergasted expression.