Pregnancy brought nausea, cravings, and endless mood swings. Gunnu remained sunshine in her chaos, mocking herself even while throwing up. “See? I’m preparing for the army too—training my stomach!”
Her silly laughter chipped away at Abhinav’s constant tension. Whenever his brows knotted, she would tug his cheek playfully. “Scary face won’t help me. Smile.”
Once, when he sat silently drafting a list of precautions, she plopped onto his lap without warning. “You can’t control this like a mission report, Abhinav. Just… be here with me.”
He stared at her gummy grin, disarmed as always. Slowly, he allowed the corners of his lips to soften, and his arms to hold her. She chuckled. “See? Sunshine defeats soldier once again.”
And it was true. Her innocence, her mischief—it calmed the storm inside him better than discipline ever could.
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