Rohit threw a pillow at him.

“Trapped?”

Later, they sat on the floor, the tablet now a blank mirror. Vikram smiled. “Best. Streaming. Ever.”

“Not a movie name. Type: Rohit_2024_save_father .”

Rohit didn’t believe in ghosts or superpowers. His father had been a huge fan of Hrithik Roshan, obsessed with the idea that a man could fly, that science could cheat death. Rohit tapped the app. No buffering. No ads. Just a pure, crisp list of movies. At the top:

Rohit laughed, tears in his eyes. “Dad… let’s never watch Krrish 3 again.”