Rohan did the only thing he could. He unplugged the router, counted to thirty, and plugged it back in. Like a priest performing an exorcism, he whispered, “Come on, come on, come on…”

“Call the ISP!” Bunty shouted.

“Worth it,” Rohan said. “Jason Statham. Dubbing in Hindi. ‘Jo garajte hain, woh baraste nahi.’ You can’t get that in theaters.”

His friend Bunty, who claimed to be a “cyber expert” because he knew how to clear the browser history, leaned over. “Dude, it’s 700 MB. It’ll take six hours.”

“Call Sify? You have a better chance of calling the Prime Minister.”

The next morning, Rohan’s brother needed the computer for “homework.” By the time Rohan got back, the .avi file was gone. The recycle bin was empty. The browser history was clean.