𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Chapter 22:-'A request '

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The day wore on, and Misha remained a silent specter in her room. Gone were the tantrums he had expected. Instead, a chilling stillness hung in the air, a stark contrast to her usual vibrant presence.

When he returned home from the office, his gaze immediately darted towards his sister, Rhea. The concern etched on her face mirrored the knot of unease twisting in his gut.

"How's Misha?" he asked, his voice strained as he took the glass of water offered by the maid.

Rhea shook her head, her eyes downcast. "No tantrums, Bhai. She barely spoke, but she did eat her meals on time."

A flicker of surprise crossed his face. Her compliance felt...off. Like the calm before a storm. "And you, Rhea? Did you eat dinner?"

Rhea mumbled a negative, her fingers nervously picking at the hem of her shirt.

"Alright, let me freshen up,"

He said, his voice clipped. "We'll have dinner together."

As he climbed the stairs, the weight of his inner turmoil grew heavier with each step, the sound of his footsteps amplifying the tension. When he finally reached the bedroom and pushed the door open, the sight before him made his heart skip.

She sat stiffly, her posture unnaturally upright, her eyes locked on the wall as if it were the only thing that existed. Her silence, her stillness—it was as though she had built an emotional fortress, one that kept him firmly on the outside.

The distance between them felt greater than ever, not in the physical space but in the emotional chasm she had carved out.

He cleared his throat, the sound harsh in the tense silence. "Sugar, where are you lost?" he asked, his voice attempting a casualness that felt forced.

Her head snapped up, her eyes devoid of their usual spark.

"Nowhere," she replied, her voice flat and emotionless.

The air crackled with unspoken tension.

He pressed on, his voice softening a touch. "Did you have dinner?"

"Yes," she answered curtly, her gaze returning to the wall.

His frustration was palpable as the situation spiraled far from what he had hoped for. Instead of resolving anything, they were stuck in a cold silence.

Deciding to leave the confrontation for later, he gathered his things and slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door on the tense atmosphere. As the warm water cascaded over him, he had hoped it would offer some relief, but the tension was unshakable.

It stuck to him, refusing to wash away, leaving him feeling trapped and uneasy, as though the heaviness of the unresolved conflict had become part of him.

He joined Rhea downstairs, the silence between them heavy. They ate their dinner in a state of anxious quiet, the clatter of silverware the only sound breaking the oppressive silence.

Finally, Rhea spoke up, her voice hesitant. "Bhai," she began, catching his attention.

"Yes, what is it, princess?" he asked, a hint of exasperation tinging his voice.