The plush dressing room inside the bustling mall was filled with soft yellow light, bouncing off the mirrors that lined the walls. The scent of fresh fabric and perfume lingered in the air as Aarohi stood in front of a tall mirror, struggling to hook the back of her blouse. She glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip in frustration.

“Saanvi yaar,” Aarohi called out, her voice slightly impatient. “Help me out!”