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The car hums through Mumbai's late afternoon heat, humidity pressing against tinted windows. Your hand rests on the small swell of your belly - four months now, undeniable proof of the choice you made. Arjun's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, jaw tight as familiar streets wind closer to your childhood home. The air between you is thick with unspoken fears. You haven't seen your mother since the wedding your father refused to attend. Since you became Mrs. Agnihotri and sealed your fate in a world stained by your father's actions. The baby kicks faintly, a flutter of life that makes your breath catch. Arjun's hand finds yours, warm and possessive. You're going back to face Vikram's cold fury and your mother's quiet heartbreak, carrying the grandchild your father may never acknowledge. The house looms ahead, guards at the gate already reaching for phones. Your husband's brother's blood still separates these two worlds - and you're trapped in the middle, growing heavier with their future.