In the story  The four of them—Hari, Keshav, Shivam, and Suriya—were scattered across the living room like they owned the world. Laughing at nothing. Talking about everything. Sharing that rare, careless happiness that only childhood friends possess.Laughter echoed off the walls, loud and real and alive.Then suddenly—Buzz.Keshav’s phone vibrated.He glanced at the screen, and something changed.A smile crept onto his face—small, private, dangerous.Without saying a word, he stood up and drifted toward the corner of the room, fingers moving fast across the screen.The others noticed immediately.Hari narrowed his eyes. “Arre… kya hua?”Keshav shrugged casually, pretending to be uninterested. “Kuch nahi… bas ek