Chapter 101: chapter 101

Rithesh and Rahul joins the group only to see Rhea hiding behind Amar. Rithesh is happy that Rhea leading her life happily. Whereas Rahul was in peace. His heart stopped churning, fearing that Amar would hurt and spoil her life. But after watching the lively jokes on Rhea and Amar, Rahul felt Adi words has come true. To disturb the ambiance Ajinkya shouts in excitement Rhea didi, can I sit near the window? Rhea smiling and taking his hand "Only if you promise not to snore!". The group laughs as they begin wheeling their bags toward the airport entrance, excitement buzzing through them. Ratim stands by the car, watching silently, then gives a slight nod and turns to leave. He sees Amar standing and smile at him befoe leaving. Amar too reciprocate and leaves to his home. The front door clicks shut. Amar walks into the quiet house, the silence pressing in immediately like a heavy blanket. He tosses his keys into the bowl near the entrance, the sound echoing too loud. He glances at the half-empty coffee cup Rhea left on the table that morning… her slippers still near the couch... the faint scent of her perfume in the air. He stands still for a moment.Amar softly says to himself like consoling him " It’s just a short trip...". He turns on the TV and flicks through channels aimlessly. Nothing feels right. He shuts it off and leans back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in the dim light. The house is too still. Too hollow.He picks up his phone and opens the gallery, scrolling to a photo of Rhea hugging Ajinkya, both of them laughing, carefree.Amar " The house misses your noise, Rhea".He sighs and rests his head back, lost in the quiet ache of her absence.Ratim sits on the edge of his bed, the lights low. There's a small photo frame on his side table - a soft image of a woman smiling, her eyes full of life: his late wife Naiyanika. He holds the photo in his hand, tracing the edges of the frame with his thumb. Ratim "He kicked. He screamed. He cried like the world was ending. A pause. And today he was happy and didn't let go of Kajal's hand. He didn't even care to He sets the photo back down carefully and stares at it. Ratim" I don’t know if I’m doing this right. Half the time I feel like I’m failing him... failing you". He rubs his forehead, emotions threatening to crack through his usual composure. Ratim" He deserves more than my stern silences. The light lingers on the photo, the woman's soft gaze almost answering back in the stillness.Adi is behind the wheel of his car, one arm rested on the window, the city lights streaking past. He turns down the radio and exhales deeply. Adi grumbles "Too quiet. Too damn quiet". He drums his fingers on the steering wheel and pulls a sudden U-turn. Adi "Let’s go see what Ram and Amar is doing...".  Adi’s car pulls into the familiar driveway. The guard at the gate gives a small salute. He steps out and stretches. The night air feels a little better here, more like home. He walks up to the door and rings the bell. Ram Mehta, tall and composed, steps into the house. The lights are dimmed low, the living room bathed in a warm amber glow. There’s no chatter, no music—just Amar, seated on the couch, staring blankly at his phone screen. Ram puts down his coat and walks in slowly. Ram teases Amar "The storm left and the sea went silent, huh?".  Amar " Feels like a different house without Rhea.".  Ram walks over, sits beside him, places a hand on his shoulder. Ram" You'll get used to it. Then you'll hate that you got used to it". Amar" Thank you dad, for forcing me to get married to Rhea". Ram " I don't feel your thank you like a gratitude my son ". Both father and son chuckles. Just then, the doorbell rings. Amar opens it to find Adi, holding a small brown paper bag. Adi all cheerful, Came bearing snacks and sarcasm. Ram stands with a grin and says, This night just improved.The three men sit around the coffee table- whiskey in two glasses, coffee in the third, and a scattered pile of old snacks and almonds. Adi "We should form a club. “Men Left Behind by Loud Women.” Amar " We’ll have weekly therapy sessions and passive-aggressive silence as bonding rituals". Ram laughs  "That’s just fatherhood in general." And Amar will Join it soon. The mood is easy. The silence, for once, is shared. The three talk about childhood stories, past heartbreaks, and future fear- simple, vulnerable moments wrapped in warmth.As the ladies gang are enjoying their trip and gents gang are reminiscing their memories. One person works to break thier happiness and peace. A Revenge....