They ate dinner in relative silence, the weight of Bhavani's promised revelation hanging between them like a storm cloud. Krishnan seemed to sense the gravity of whatever she was preparing to tell him, asking only simple questions about the food and commenting on small domestic matters. But she could feel his attention focused on her, patient but alert, like someone waiting for news that would change everything.
After they finished eating and she'd cleared the plates, Bhavani sat across from her husband at their small table and looked at him—really looked at him—perhaps for the last time before everything between them shifted.



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