Diya could feel the heat coming off Aarav the moment she stepped closer to him. She had seen him angry before, annoyed, irritated, even cold but never like this. This wasn’t loud rage or reckless anger. This was controlled, sharp, and tightly locked behind his clenched jaw and fixed stare. The kind that sat quietly on a man’s face and waited. And from the way his jaw tightened further and his eyes stayed trained on her without wavering, she knew something was deeply wrong. Something both brothers were keeping from her.