Avyansh’s POV

I had just returned home and rushed past the door of the apartment, ignoring Samar’s idiotic antics. He was waving a packet of chips like it was some national treasure, calling out something ridiculous, but I wasn’t in the mood. I made a beeline straight to Aarav, who was sitting on the couch, legs stretched out, eyes glued to his laptop like the world outside didn’t exist.