| ESHAN|
"Do we really have no choice?" Arjun lamented, looking at the glasses filled with green bitter gourd juice.
I glared at him. He sighed before leaned back in the dining chair, looking resentfully at me.
Mom sat across me- silently. Her finger roamed listlessly around the rim of the glass. Her attention was obviously somewhere else, and her eyes were still red. Looked like she had been crying for a while. When dad had called us inside, I knew nothing good would come out of it.
I was so right. Dad planned it out well.
Dad's way of punishing us was way too different- cruller, yet effective. He knew how much we love his cooking, yet he had only cooked for two people- Innaya, and himself. He had specially prepared six glasses of bitter gourd juice- two for each one of us, warning that it was our punishment for wronging Innaya.
I could not even voice my dissatisfaction, for his one glare was enough to cut down my protest.
