CANVAS OF COURAGE [Ongoing]

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"Some paths are carved by choices that cannot be undone, leading to chaos that is both inevitable and unstoppable, unraveling the very fabric of what we hold dear."

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AUTHOR POV

Siddharth sat on the couch, his legs crossed, and a cup of coffee balanced precariously on his knee. His expression was a mix of confusion and mild exasperation as he looked between Arya, who was sprawled dramatically on the armchair like she owned the place which she indirectly does, and Eshan, who had made himself all too comfortable and decided to come back here after dropping Sanvi home, He lay on the carpet, attempting to suffocate one of Siddharth's decorative cushions with zero guilt.

Breaking the awkward silence, Eshan shot Siddharth a mischievous grin. "So, bro, are you planning to propose to Sanvi anytime soon, or are we waiting for your retirement announcement? Be quick, or I'll just tell her you're too shy."

Siddharth nearly choked on his coffee, coughing and glaring at Eshan.  "You shut up, you should focus on your dating life rather than mine. This is my house, my rules."

Eshan, fully in his dramatics, smirked and sat up straighter. "Rule-shule sab bhaad mein jaaye. Tu kabhi Sanvi ke liye kya plan kar raha hai? Ek awkward handshake aur phir ek 'Hi Sanvi, tumhare shoes acche hai' type proposal? Bhai, usse '90s ka music video chahiye hoga, aur tu stuck hai black-and-white Doordarshan vibes mein."

Arya clapped her hands together like she was about to direct a film. "Exactly! You need to go full-on grand gesture. Flowers, chocolates, and maybe even a white horse...

Siddharth sighed, frustration clear on his face. "For the record, I don't need a horse—or your nonsense suggestions—

Eshan dramatically slapped the coffee table like he was lodging an official protest.  "Aur issi thinking ki wajah se tu single hai, bhai! Sanvi toh Raj ki Simran bankar intezaar kar rahi hai, aur tu bas boring train ke passenger ban kar ghoom raha hai!"

Arya, perched on the armchair with one leg tucked beneath her, smirked and leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees. "Eshan bhai, speaking of singlehood, isn't that your current relationship status?" she said, her tone teasing.

Eshan straightened his posture immediately, puffing out his chest like he was about to argue his case in court. "Excuse me! I am not completely single," he retorted, raising his chin defiantly.

Arya tilted her head, narrowing her eyes as a mischievous smile spread across her face. "Ah, 'not completely single.' You mean like those fake therapy sessions you keep sneaking off to?" she asked, the corners of her lips twitching with barely contained laughter.

Siddharth, who had just picked up his coffee mug to take another sip, froze mid-motion, his hand suspended in the air. He turned to Eshan, his expression a mix of amusement and astonishment. "Hold on a second," he said, setting his cup down carefully on the coffee table. "You're telling me those mandir visits were actually—fake therapy appointments?!" A grin spread across his face, and he burst into laughter. "So that's what you've been up to?"

Eshan crossed his arms, refusing to dignify the accusation with a response, though the redness creeping up his neck betrayed him. He sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically as he shifted his position and crossed his arms defensively. "Arya, how do you even know this stuff?" he asked, his tone laced with reluctant curiosity.