Every evening at exactly eight, the Mehta family gathered around their grand mahogany dining table — a piece of furniture that had once been the heart of their home. Years ago, this table had been filled with laughter, clinking dishes, and the comforting hum of family chatter. But lately, it mostly echoed with silence.Riya, the seventeen-year-old daughter, sat hunched over her phone, fingers flying across the screen as she replied to messages and scrolled through endless posts. Her father, Rajesh, was glued to his office laptop, occasionally lifting his eyes only to grab another bite before returning to his presentation.