“Enough!” Arnav snapped, slamming his glass onto the bar counter making the bar’s atmosphere tense and brittle. His teeth clenched, his voice a thunderclap that silenced the space around them. Arsene knew that if he pressed further, that glass would soon shatter in his brother’s hand.
So, he held back. he said nothing. He waited. Let Arnav breathe. Watched the grip on the glass loosen, if only a little. Then, quietly, he spoke. “But even if you reject her, she’s still our mother, Arnav.”
“Arsene!” Arnav growled, his voice a roar contained in human skin. “I told you, I don’t want to talk about that woman. Not with you. Not with anyone. I don’t care if she misses me or dreams about me or cries my name into the void. I don’t care what she thinks of me. Not even a little!”
The bar went sile
