The living room was unusually quiet, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air. Arav paced back and forth, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. His frustration was evident, and his voice broke the silence.

"I don't know what's wrong with Akash!" Arav exclaimed, his tone laced with both anger and hurt. "I understand his trauma, Ritika, I really do... But how could he say such harsh words about my brother? He knows what Shashwat goes through every single day. He’s a soldier, damn it! Not a day goes by when we aren’t worried sick about his safety. How could Akash—”