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We were all overcome with worry when Bhai suddenly ordered us to go back home without any explanation. A whirlwind of random thoughts spun through my mind. What happened? Why would Bhai tell us to go home so abruptly? Who was on the other end of that phone call? Why did Bhai look so panicked?
I glanced at him, sitting rigidly in the front seat, his face pale and his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. His usual composure was completely shattered, and he wasn't even driving properly. Sensing the tension, Abhimaan offered to take over the wheel. Bhai didn't protest, just moved to the passenger seat in a daze.
I turned to look at the both mothers—Mumma, Badi Mumma. Their faces reflected the same concern and fear I felt. Each one kept glancing at Bhai, trying to decipher the situation. But Bhai was in no state to talk, and whenever anyone tried to question him, his panic seemed to grow worse. His eyes were rimmed with unshed tears as he fought to hold them back. At one point, I saw him reach out and grip Bade Papa's hand so tightly, as if it was his only lifeline. All of us were gripped by a suffocating mix of fear and uncertainty.
I sat next to Abhinav in the car, the tension palpable between us, even though we didn't say a word. He sensed my anxiety and gently took my hand, caressing it with the softest touch. I glanced back at our mothers—they were lost in their own worlds, undoubtedly filled with worry about Bhaiya's unusual behavior. Their concern was mirrored in the rest of the family.
Leaning back, I tried to ease the overwhelming tension in my chest. Somehow, Abhinav's quiet strength beside me gave me a sense of calm. Is this what marriage is supposed to feel like? I wondered. I'd noticed this kind of silent communication between Mumma and Papa, as well as Bade Papa and Badi Mumma—they didn't need words; they spoke with a look, a glance, a gentle touch. Now, with Abhinav, I could feel the same unspoken connection beginning to form. I squeezed his hand gently and felt him respond with a soft smile.
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