Two weeks before Gunnu’s due date, an urgent call came. Abhinav’s battalion needed him for a quick operation.
He clenched the phone, jaw set. Leaving meant risking missing the birth. Staying meant disobeying orders. Duty versus family—the eternal war.
When he told Gunnu, her first reaction was panic. “What if something happens? What if you don’t come back in time?”
His resolve softened at her tears. For once, the strong soldier knelt down, pressing her hands to his chest. “You are my heart, Gunnu. No bullet, no mission can take me away from you. I swear it.”
Though terrified, she forced a smile through tears. “Then go. Come back fast. Don’t you dare let our child arrive without you here.”
He nodded, memorizing the curve of her smile, the warmth of her hands. A soldier marched out not to war, but to fight his way back home.
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