I will never accept you as my father.

Gnapika watched her mother, Ambika, walk away, her shoulders heavy with unspoken sorrow. The tension in the air was almost unbearable, and the pain etched on her mother’s face ignited a fire of anger within her. She turned her gaze toward her father, Rudra, who stood there in the dim light, still holding the guitar as if it were his last lifeline.

Without warning, Gnapika’s emotions surged to the surface, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. “This isn’t enough,” she spat out, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and pain. “You think a song is going to fix everything? You left us, and now you’ve come back expecting us to forgive and forget like it never happened? You gave us pain, not just once, but twice!”

Rajeev, standing nearby, winced at his sister’s harsh words. He stepped forward, his hand outstretched as if to stop her. “Gnapika, please, don’t—”

But Rudra raised a hand, gently halting his son. “Let her speak,” he said softly, his voice calm despite the turmoil that sure