But as I glance at Abhiraj, I catch a fleeting look of disappointment on his face. It's there for just a second - a flash of emotion in his usually guarded expression - before it's replaced by a carefully blank expression.
Did I imagine it?
He continues to eat his breakfast, indifferently. His jaws clench refusing to open his mouth.
I stare at my plate. Is he okay?
I again sneak a glance at him. But he does not meet anyone's eyes.
"Mom, you're always busy," Arjun complains, his tone a mix of frustration and disappointment. "Can't you stay today? Bhai has come after months."
My eyes dart to Abhiraj, watching him. He glances at his brother. I turn my attention to aunty, curious about her response.
I sit hoping, my breakfast forgotten. I glance at Ivaan, thankful that he's too young to fully understand this.
I watch as Aunty turns back to face us. Her face softens for a moment.
"It's important," she says, addressing Arjun but her eyes focused on Abhiraj.
" This meeting is crucial. We're discussing funding for a new project that could help hundreds of underprivileged children. " Her tone is firm.
I look back at Abhiraj, trying to gauge his reaction. His face remains impassive.
"Ivaan it's not eaten like that buddy." He pulls Ivaan on his lap. And feeds him from his plate, gently cleaning his messy hands.
Aunty looks at him for few seconds, then look me in my eyes. I give her a smile.
She nods, and leaves the dining area.
Both Arjun and uncle shake their head.
It fell silent- nothing but the scrapping of cutlery against plates. My chest tightens, a slow, painful knot forming at the base of my throat. They don't speak. 
They are so absent.
I look at my husband, his face stoic, his focus on the plate, but for the first time I can sense the weight he carries, the words he's holding back, it's very much familiar. I wonder if he notices it too—the emptiness between them. Does he feels it like I do. But he doesn't look up, and the silence stretches on.
I get up unable to sit here anymore, and pick Ivaan in my arms. All the three men look up at me making me a bit nervous, I give them all a gentle smile.
"I'm done. I'll feed him in the room. He'll create ruckus here if I give him fruits here." Arjun and uncle return back a smile.
Abhiraj gives me a silent nod. I look him in the eyes and bend to pick Ivaan's plate. I gently squeeze his shoulder but refuse to look at him and leave the dining area.
Guess what, no one's life is filled with sky full of stars. We all have our clouds, our storms.
"What shall we do now, bug?" I ask, my voice gentle and warm as we settle onto the plush carpet near the window. Sunlight streamed through the gossamer curtains, casting a soft glow around them.
Ivaan's eyes lit up. "Can we build a fort, Mama? Like the one we made last week?"
I smile, feeling the tension from earlier melt away. "That's good idea. Let's see what we can use."
We gathered a blanket from the bed . "Come on, Mamma! We need more blankets!" he says, his little hands tugging at a soft, oversized comforter that drapes down from the edge of our bed.
"Okay, okay!" I laugh. "How about we start with this one?" I grab a soft, fluffy blanket.
"Yes! That one!" Ivaan jumps up and down, his curls bouncing with each little hop. "We can drape it over the two sofas!"