The weeks blurred into silence and routine. Arjun had begun to notice something that cut deeper than any wound: Meera's eyes carried gratitude, yes, but beneath it lived a quiet, unspoken fear. She had been taught all her life that she was a burden, an object passed from hand to hand. And now, she stayed with him not out of choice, but because she believed she had nowhere else to go.
Arjun could not bear it. He had never wanted a caged bird, even if the cage was gilded with love.
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