The pressure grew heavier. Gunnu didn’t tell him everything, but when she visited a doctor quietly, hope was shaken. “It may take time, don’t stress,” the doctor had said kindly, but her young heart carried only fear.
That night she cried silently, back turned to Abhinav. He lay awake, instincts alert as always. He didn’t ask, didn’t push, but listened to the muffled sniffles. Finally, without warning, his hand slid across the bed, gently covering hers.
“You cry into the pillow, Gunnu, but I still hear it.” His words broke whatever dam she had tried to build. She turned suddenly into his chest, clinging like a child. “Maybe I’m broken—”
“Never.” His voice was firm, almost angry with the thought. “Don’t you ever call yourself broken.”
For the first time since their wedding, she sobbed in his arms. And for the first time… he truly held her
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