Author's pov 

Avyukt lay there knowing his heart won't get pace, now the thing is Everything was moving too fast. For nearly a decade, his world had been a static, frozen landscape of grief and blame. It had been easy to point a finger at Ruhanika because the case had ended without a formal conclusion—no trial, no conviction, just a lingering cloud of suspicion that he had fueled with every ounce of his influence. Back then, he didn't need proof; he needed a reason to survive his brother's death.