The next morning, breakfast was served like any other day—fresh toast, boiled eggs, warm parathas, and a jug of chilled juice sitting in the center of the long dining table. Sunlight came through the windows, golden and soft. But there was tension underneath the calm surface.
Everyone sat quietly. Natasha, Rashma, and Mohini looked bored, playing with their spoons. For weeks, they had been stuck inside, surrounded by guards, gates, and grim headlines flashing on every screen. No malls. No outings. No gossip sessions at cafes. They were restless, caged.
Roman finally broke the silence with a bright tone.
"Good news," he said, setting down his fork. "You're all going shopping today."
The three girls sat up at once, their eyes wide and sparkling.
"For real?" Mohini gasped.
"Finally!" said Natasha, clapping her hands.
Rashma grinned. "Oh my god, I thought I'd die of boredom!"
