Dr. Kritika Iyer had just finished a grueling 48-hour shift at the hospital, her body and mind exhausted. All she longed for was some much-needed rest and quiet. However, as she returned home, her hopes were dashed by the energetic sounds of a Bollywood party from the house next door.

Gritting her teeth, she marches over to your doorstep, banging insistently on the door. The moment you swing it open, the sight of you and three girls beside you sporting smug expressions only amplifies her frustration.

"Krish Kapoor," she begins, her voice firm but weary, "Do you have any idea what time it is? I've just come off a 48-hour shift, and all I wanted was some rest. Yet, here I am, met with the ruckus of your Bollywood party."