Srikant glared at the temple stairs before him, his jaw tightening as his displeasure simmered. He turned to his grandmother, who merely shrugged in response, entirely unbothered by his mood. Behind her, Rajni stood awkwardly, clutching the edge of her saree in nervous fingers, her gaze flickering between Srikant and the temple.

"This is too much, Dadi," Srikant grumbled, his deep voice carrying a hint of a sulking child. "I’ve never heard of anything like this before. Who even does this?"