The clock hanging solemnly on the wall had long struck two in the morning, yet Arnav still hadn’t moved from his desk. His figure remained hunched over stacks of papers and flickering screens, the dim light of his study casting long shadows across the room like restless thoughts that wouldn’t settle.
Lately, the weight on his shoulders felt heavier than ever. Not just from work (though that in itself was enough to drain most men) but from the quiet chaos of his personal life. The household tension. The emotional labyrinth of his marriage. And, more pressing than anything else, the unresolved knots of his relationship with his mother. It was a burden he hadn’t anticipated carrying. Once upon a time, Arnav had prided himself on his ability to remain composed, to handle problems with swift l
