The atmosphere had shifted, settling into an uneasy calm that felt like the stillness before a storm. The earlier cacophony of slaps and shouting had given way to an oppressive silence, punctuated only by the soft ticking of a clock.
The teasing comments about marriage, once laced with playful jabs and sarcastic remarks, had ceased—at least for the moment. But the memory of those words lingered, hanging in the air like a challenge waiting to be issued. The room felt heavy with unspoken tensions, each person lost in their own thoughts, the silence between them thick and palpable. It was as if the argument had been a storm that had passed, leaving behind a landscape of unresolved emotions and unspoken resentments, waiting for the next gust of wind to stir it all up again.