When Disaster Meets Perfection

Ch 46. Brothers Emotions

Om and Rudra trailed behind Shivay in silence, their footsteps echoing through the quiet night air as they made their way to his car.

The trio walked in unspoken synchrony, the only sound being the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet.

No words were exchanged, no small talk or casual banter.

The silence was palpable, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

Shivay's eyes remained fixed ahead, his expression inscrutable.

Om and Rudra exchanged a fleeting glance, their faces reflecting a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

As they reached the car, Shivay unlocked the doors with a swift click.

The interior lights flickered to life, casting a warm glow on their somber faces.

The silence persisted, a tangible force that accompanied them into the car.

Shivay slid into the driver's seat, his movements economical and precise.

Om and Rudra settled into the backseat, their eyes fixed on Shivay's profile.

The air inside the car remained thick with unspoken tension.

The silence was shattered by the roar of the engine as Shivay started the car.

Shivay's voice cut through the tension, his tone neutral. "So, tell me, where do you live? I need to drop you off."

Rudra's response was laced with amusement. "Bhaiya, what are you saying? We live with you. Did you forget?"

Shivay's eyes narrowed in the rearview mirror, his gaze piercing. "I have two younger brothers, but I don't know you. One is Ishana's boyfriend, and the other is his brother."

Om and Rudra exchanged a knowing glance, their faces reflecting a mix of unease and understanding.

They recognized the undertone of annoyance in Shivay's voice, a residue of the shock from earlier revelations.

Rudra's smile faltered, sensing Shivay's lingering irritation.

Om's eyes dropped, avoiding Shivay's gaze.

The car's interior seemed to shrink, the air thickening with unspoken emotions.

Shivay's words hung like a challenge, a reminder of the secrets they had kept hidden.

The brothers' usual camaraderie was replaced by strained silence.

Shivay's focused gaze remained on the road ahead, his hands steady on the wheel as he drove the car.

Om and Rudra in the backseat, exchange restless glances.

Their initial silence gave way to fidgeting, each waiting for the other to break the ice.

Their eyes met, and without a word, they knew they had to diffuse the tension.

A mischievous spark ignited in Rudra's eyes.

He discreetly gestured to Om, suggesting a game of rock-paper-scissors.

Om's lips curled into a sly smile.

They discreetly played the game, their hands hidden from Shivay's view.

The outcome decided, Rudra grinned.

Om sighed, accepting defeat.

As the loser, Om reluctantly took on the task of initiating conversation.

He cleared his throat, seeking the right words.

Shivay's expression remained impassive, his focus still on driving.