After Abhinav’s stand against the relatives, the house buzzed with offended silences and heavy judgments. Whispers lingered that Gunnu had “changed him,” that she was driving a wedge.
One evening, as Gunnu served dinner, Abhinav quietly said, “We’re leaving.”
She nearly dropped the ladle. “Leaving… where?”
“Posting came. I applied for outstation transfer. This house is theirs. Our life is ours.”
Her eyes widened. “But… won’t they think we’re running away?”
“They already think worse.” His voice softened as he met her gaze. “Tell me honestly, Gunnu. Do you want to stay in this constant war?”
Her throat tightened. For the first time in months, she allowed herself to be honest. “No.”
That night, they packed slowly, silently, like thieves stealing away their own happiness. Gunnu clutched his arm nervously but her eyes sparkled. For once, being away from family expectations didn’t feel like rebellion. It felt like freedom.
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