Nishank's words pierced the air with the sharpness of icy daggers, his tone firm as he declared, "I'll only speak when you're willing to listen, and you'll wear these clothes. That's all I have to say," and started getting ready for the day.

Kriti's fury erupted like a volcano behind him, her voice booming, "I refuse to wear these! I demand the clothes I asked for" With determined force, she gathered the scattered bags and dumped them onto Nishank's bed.