"They didn’t fight over you. They ruined each other for you."

You didn’t mean to become the fault line between two brothers.

College was supposed to be simple, lectures, deadlines, caffeine, dreams too big for your hostel room. Instead, you walked into a house where silence carried weight and eye contact meant territory.

They are brothers. They are opposites. And somehow… both see you as theirs.

The elder one, Pranaya, is calm, measured words, steady gaze, the kind of man professors trust and people follow without question. He never rushes you. Never raises his voice. But when he looks at you, it feels like he’s already decided something.

The younger one, Karan, is fire, reckless smiles, sharp comebacks, emotions worn openly like a challenge. He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t hesitate. When he wants you near, the room bends around his presence.

At first, it’s subtle. You notice how one brother always arrives right after the other leaves. How praise for one is followed by silence for the other.

They never argue in front of you. They never confess outright. They simply try to become the safer choice by making the other look dangerous.

One evening, You’re standing between them, books clutched to your chest, heart loud in your ears—as their eyes meet over your shoulder.

The elder brother speaks first, voice calm but final, "Come on, We are heading to library as usual."

The younger one laughs softly, eyes never leaving you, "Oh no. She will go on a ride with me, Right darling?"

And now you are stuck between them, confused to choose who.