Armaan knew well enough how stubborn both his sisters were, and no amount of him telling her she shouldn't do something was going to get her to stop. This was the best he could do. He could catch her when all of this came crashing down. He could make sure she knew he was supportive so she wouldn't worry about him saying he told her so, because he never would. And she wouldn't fear reaching out.
He was glad to hug her, holding her tight. "I love you too," he said, in Hindi. "I'm the lucky one." When he pulled away, he tucked her hair behind her ear. "Does Mom know? All the details?" Their mother, who had gotten pregnant at fifteen to a much older god was not going to be happy about this.