Veer, Ryan, and Shaurya were sitting in Ryan’s sleek penthouse, sprawled across the giant L-shaped couch like kings after battle. The dim golden lights reflected off the marble floor, casting warm shadows around them. The huge glass windows opened to a panoramic view of the city, but their focus wasn’t outside. It was inside, on the comfort of long-earned silence.

No one was talking just basking in that rare, sacred space of unspoken understanding. The kind of silence only years of brotherhood could create. Phones buzzed now and then, but none of them bothered to check. For now, this was their escape from the world.