Shravan was furious; he felt betrayed by both his wife and sister. They had kept something very important a secret from him for five years. When he woke up in the morning, he found himself alone in bed. Drishti hadn't come to their room the previous night, and he had no intention of going after her to convince her otherwise.
As he walked out of the bedroom, ready for the day, he discovered Drishti and Shreya engaged in a serious conversation in the living room. Little Dhruv was lying on a rug, playing with his toys. Ignoring the two women, Shravan gathered his son in his arms and dropped an affectionate kiss on his head.
"Bhai..." Shreya called out softly. Shravan shot her a look and turned away, walking towards the main door. Drishti huffed in annoyance, seeing that Shravan didn't even spare her a single glance. How dare he?
"I have never seen him this furious before," Shreya said anxiously.
"Did you call Siddhu?" Drishti asked.
