The Silent Bond

✨Chapter - 12✨

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It was the day everyone had been eagerly waiting for—especially the Singhania family. And why not? It was the day for Royale Rhythm 2025, where their youngest brother was set to steal the stage. But instead of basking in excitement, that brat was locked in his room, overthinking everything.

Inside Anurag's Room

Anu paced back and forth, his nerves refusing to settle. No matter how much his family cheered for him, the anxiety bubbling inside was something he just couldn't shake off.

Seated on his large bed, Aru and Abhi watched his restless movements with identical expressions of boredom. Their heads turned left, then right, then left again—following his direction like spectators at a tennis match.

Aru: (groaning dramatically) "Anu, if you keep this up, I swear you're going to burn a hole in the floor."

Abhi: (leaning back, smirking) "Forget the floor—I'm getting dizzy just watching you."

Anu: (grumbling, running a hand through his hair) "You guys don't get it. What if I mess up? What if—"

Aru: (cutting him off, rolling his eyes) "Oh, here we go again—the what-if saga."

Abhi: (chuckling, crossing his arms) "Yeah, baby bro, at this rate, you'll overthink yourself out of the competition before even stepping on stage."

Anu sighed, flopping onto the couch in frustration. His brothers exchanged a knowing look—this was going to take some serious motivation.

Abhi just sighed and walked toward the couch, sitting beside Anu. Without a word, he pulled his younger brother into a tight hug.

Abhi: (softly, ruffling Anu's hair) "You, my little monkey, just listen to me."

Anu: (mumbling against his shoulder) "If this is another one of your motivational speeches, it's of no use, Bhaiyu. You know in the audition round, I have to sing an English song, but I've never tried this genre before."

Abhi pulled back slightly, studying his younger brother's worried face.

Abhi: (softly) "So what? Every great singer tries something new at some point. That doesn't mean they back out."

Aru: (smirking, sitting cross-legged on the bed) "Exactly. And let's be honest, Anu—your voice is amazing, no matter the language. Music isn't about words; it's about emotions. And you've got plenty of that."

Abhi: (nodding) "You just need to believe in yourself. You've sung countless songs before, felt the music—this is no different. Just because it's in English doesn't mean you can't own it."

Anu: (sighing, running a hand through his hair) "Easier said than done."

Aru: (grinning) "That's why we're here—to drill it into your head until you finally get it!"

Abhi: (nudging Anu playfully) "Exactly! Now, instead of worrying, how about practicing? We'll help you out."

Aru: (grinning mischievously) "Or, if you keep sulking, I can always send Bhai in. He'll give you such a pep talk, you'll wish you had listened to us instead."

Anu let out a small laugh despite himself. He looked at his brothers—one offering steady support, the other teasing him relentlessly. 

Anu: (exhaling deeply, then nodding) "Alright... Let's do this."