At the toy stall, the seller dropped a spinning top into Vivaan’s hand, then another. Vivaan’s fingers closed around both, and a quick, sneaky thought popped up: One to pay for, one for free.

Then he heard Master Raghav’s stage voice in his head: “Ram wins by choosing what is right.” Vivaan cleared his throat and said, “Uncle, you gave me two.” The seller blinked, then smiled. “And now,” the seller said, handing him a tiny paper arrow, “you earned this one fair and square.”