Shubman was bored - he had wanted a quiet evening at home, but no, his dad just had to drag the entire family to host some party. He dreaded the days he would have to take over for his dad, making small talk and mingling with people. Ishan would be good at it, he mused, as he buttoned his shirt and put on his burgundy jacket. Everyone was to meet in the main hall, something about a 'risk' situation at hand. Begrudgingly, he went downstairs, where a load of black suits had gathered, his mom and sister standing out in red among the monotony.

He met the both of them, gave a tiny nod to Shikhar, and searched for Ishan. He swiveled his head, but no luck - had Ishan taken the night off? But surely he would let Shubman know, right? So focused was Shubman in these thoughts that he failed to notice someone repeatedly tapping his shoulders.