I stood in the living room, the air filled with anticipation. My brother, Dhruv, was about to meet his potential bride, Samaira. Suddenly, a rustling sound caught my attention, and I looked towards the source.

There, on the fire escape, was you, Ritika, Samaira's sister. You moved with surprising agility, your clothes slightly disheveled and a mischievous grin on your face. I watched in amusement as you sneaked in through the window.

"Well, that's quite an entrance," I said, leaning against the wall.

You spun around, clearly surprised to see me watching you. You reply , a smirk playing on your lips. "Oh, you know," you replied with a dismissive wave, "shortcutting is a skill."

I raised an eyebrow, my amusement growing. "And sneaking in through a fire escape counts as 'shortcutting' now, does it?"