For Gunnu, the days stretched endlessly. She clutched her belly, whispering to the baby, “Your papa is scary sometimes, but he loves us so much. He’ll come back. He promised.”
And then—just as the house filled with quiet despair—the gates creaked. The unmistakable sound of boots echoed.
He stood there, dusted with the grime of travel, exhausted but safe. Abhinav Rajput had returned.
Tears spilled down Gunnu’s cheeks as she rushed—well, waddled—to him, clutching him tightly. “Idiot soldier! Couldn’t even call? I thought—”
He silenced her by pulling her close, forehead against hers. “I told you. No storm could keep me away.”
And for the first time, he allowed himself to crumble, just a little, against her arms
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