He gave me a disgusted look, his eyes cold, as he continued, "If this is the method that you came up with to make us reveal that you are adopted, you have successfully succeeded in th—"
Slap!
A sharp slap ripped through the hall as Maa's hand landed on Aryan's cheek. The sound cracked like lightning, leaving a stunned silence in its wake.
Before Inayat could hear or see it happen, Aisha had wrapped her in Soulforce, blocking the sound while she kept her close to her chest to make sure she did not see anything. The little girl remained oblivious, nestled safely in the warmth of her mother's embrace.
"Is that the way to talk to your brother?" Maa muttered, tears brimming in her eyes, her voice thick with emotion. Her hand still hung in the air, trembling.
Aryan did not say anything. He kept his head low, the weight of what he had just said pressing down on him like a physical burden. Guilt shadowed his features, and his shoulders slumped.
