Rain lashed against the windows of the tiny, cluttered study, mirroring the storm raging inside Rohan. Another mock exam, another dismal score. "Chartered Accountancy," he muttered, the words tasting like ash. He was surrounded by textbooks, practice papers, and the gnawing weight of expectation. Rohan was, to put it mildly, an introvert bordering on misanthropic. He preferred the company of numbers to people, finding solace in the logical, predictable world of finance. His social interactions were often awkward, his attempts at conversation laced with unintentional condescension. He wasn't trying to be a douche, but his quiet, analytical nature often came across that way. He had one friend, Kabir, a force of nature wrapped in human form. Kabir was everything Rohan wasn't: loud, gregarious, and effortlessly charming. How they became friends was a mystery to everyone, including Rohan. Kabir, however, seemed to genuinely enjoy Rohan's company, his dry wit and unexp...