Chyntia dismissed his concerns with a flick of her hand, deeming them unworthy of serious reply. She had waited too long to be dissuaded now. Her decision was already made. Years of pain and rejection had worn her down and also carved determination into her bones. But they had also given her clarity. This time, she would not cower in fear. She had to set things straight between her and her son. Whatever storm awaited her today, she would face it head-on. For this was not about pride anymore. It was about redemption. About rebuilding something that had long fallen into ruin. She needed to try, for the sake of rebuilding what once was a family.
Chyntia was a woman of iron will, a commanding presence even over her husband. She and Arnav’s father had often clashed, both too dominant to yield.
