The second trimester brought complications. A routine check-up revealed stress signs. The doctor advised rest, sternly warning against overexertion.
When relatives found out, murmurs began again. “Maybe she’s too weak to carry a child properly…”
The words crushed Gunnu, but before she could even process them, Abhinav cut sharply, “Enough. One more word and you won’t be welcome in this house again.”
At home, Gunnu tried to smile through tears. “You’ll keep fighting everyone forever?”
He cupped her face, serious. “If it keeps you safe, yes.”
She leaned against his chest, whispering, “Then let me fight too. Not with you, but beside you.”
From that day, they faced every doctor’s visit, every restless night, every whispered taunt—as partners. Not commander and recruit, not soldier and sunshine—but true equals.
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