The wedding had ended, the music dissolved, and for the first time in her life, Gunnu entered a quiet bedroom as someone’s wife. The room felt too neat, too serious—like its owner. A soldier’s order in every detail: books aligned, clothes folded, nothing out of place.
She sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling awkwardly with her bangles. Abhinav closed the door softly and removed his turban with military precision. Not a word passed.
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