The office exuded power, its air crisp with subtle notes of leather and coffee. I sat on the plush leather couch, my fingers absently tracing the metal studs along its arm, while Bhaiya occupied his high-backed chair behind the sleek glass desk. The evening sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the charcoal gray carpet where my younger brother Veer sat cross-legged, looking absurdly out of place in his perfectly tailored Tom Ford suit.