“Main Shivani… naam toh suna hi hoga,” she introduced herself with a bright smile, her confidence evident as she looked at the three men seated before her. The two sitting together exchanged amused glances, but the man opposite her remained completely indifferent. His attention had been fixed on the book in his hands the entire time. Only after a brief moment did he lift his eyes, meeting her gaze with an unreadable, emotionless expression. “Kyun? Tum Shah Rukh Khan ki poti ho jo tumhara naam har insaan ne suna hoga?” His voice was calm, almost flat, as if he had merely stated a fact. A loud gasp escaped Shivani's lips. Her eyes widened in sheer disbelief while the other two men immediately pressed their lips together, desperately trying to suppress their laughter. “How dare you!” she exclaimed, glaring at him with utter offence. He simply rolled his eyes before returning his attention to his book, clearly uninterested in entertaining her outrage. Muttering under her breath, Shivani abruptly stood up from her seat. “Himmat kaise hui mujhe Shah Rukh Khan ki poti kehne ki, haan?... Biwi bhi toh bol sakte the!” She shot him another indignant glare, crossing her arms dramatically. The man let out a slow, tired sigh without even looking up. What else could he possibly expect from her?