The first weeks of marriage were awkward. Gunnu filled the house with chatter. Abhinav moved like a quiet shadow, speaking only when necessary. They lived side by side yet worlds apart.
One morning, Gunnu attempted to cook for both of them. The aloo paratha emerged burnt on one side, raw on the other. She stared at the disaster, pouted, and shoved the plate at him anyway. “Eat. I worked hard.”
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