Aniruddh and Bondita walked back to their room, the silence between them heavy. The doctor's easy lie had calmed Bondita, but Aniruddh's inner storm still raged. He had spent his life controlling every aspect of his world, and Bondita's quiet interference, no matter how well-intentioned, felt like a breach.
He walked to the window, his back to her, and stood with his arms crossed. "Kyun bulaya tha tumne doctor ko? Maine kaha tha na kuch nahi hai." (Why did you call the doctor? I told you there is nothing wrong.) he asked, his voice low and sharp.
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