Married life settled into rhythm, but not without burdens. Relatives began dropping hints, slyly masked under smiles. “When will we hear good news, beta?” “It’s been months now. A wife’s true place begins with children.”
Gunnu felt the sting every time. She was twenty-five, still learning how to even manage a kitchen properly, and suddenly the world demanded she become a mother. She buried her discomfort in laughter, but Abhinav noticed the cloud behind her jokes.
At night, she whispered in the dark, “Am I enough for you? If… if I can’t give—”
Abhinav turned sharply. “Stop.” The command was quiet but absolute. “You are already enough. And if the world dares tell you otherwise, I will silence it.”
She smiled faintly, but her heart still struggled. The walls of family expectations often felt louder than his reassurances. Their house was filled with love and laughter, but outside whispers threatened to poison it. It wasn’t yet a home—it was still a battlefield.
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