It was already 11 p.m. The house had gone quiet after dinner, every member retreating into their rooms, except for one. Saanvi still sat at the long dining table, her elbows resting on the polished wood, her cheeks pressed into her palms. A soft pout tugged at her lips as she mumbled to herself, “Yeah… aaj phir late ho gaye. Bore ho gayi main toh aise baithe-baithe.” (“Once again he’s late. I’m so bored just sitting here like this.”)