Dhruv was just walking around in the market. It was nighttime but still crowded, the Indian flea market was always crowded. His mom had told him to walk around while she got stuff, to which he didn’t mind.

He inhaled a bit, walking past people, he knew he was attracting attention. After all, he was a good-looking teenager and he knew that, he always made sure he looked nice.

He looked around as he stood near a Jhumka shop, he wondered if his sister would like this Jhumka.