Months blurred, life quiet but warm. Then one morning, Gunnu froze over the calendar. She counted days, twice, thrice. Her hands trembled.
She rushed out to Abhinav, blurting, “I think—I think I might be—” She stopped, her voice cracking.
He stared at her, stunned. “Say it.”
Her lips shook into a smile. “Pregnant, maybe. We need to check, but…”
For the first time, the soldier known for his steady calm broke into shock. He held her shoulders, his voice husky. “Gunnu… after everything…”
She laughed and cried at once, clinging to him. Against all odds, against whispers, against their fears—the impossible gift had found them.
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