The air in the living room was thick with the sound of a loud cricket match on the TV. Rahul’s parents sat on the sofa, eyes glued to the screen, cheering as the score ticked up. On the smaller armchair, Priya settled herself firmly onto Rahul’s lap, her silk saree rustling softly.

"Priya, beta, are you comfortable there? There's space on the floor," his mother asked without looking away from the game.