Surabi sat perched on Gourav's lap, absently fiddling with the buttons of his shirt as she watched the brothers play their spirited game of chess. Their faces were stern with concentration, brows furrowed over intense gazes locked on the board. Black pieces moved swiftly to counter white's advances, each shift deliberate and calculated. The living room was quiet save for the soft clink of wooden pawns and the occasional huff of frustration or grunt of satisfaction. She found herself strangely captivated by the strategic dance unfolding before her