As garv opened the door, everyone was shocked to see kanak and Surendra together in that condition.

Surendra stood at the doorstep , his grip firm on Kanak’s wrist as she stood beside him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and defiance. The sindoor in her hairline and the trembling hands clutching her dupatta said everything before he could. Inside, the chatter of his family fell silent the moment they saw them. His mother, Smita, froze mid-step, her eyes widening in disbelief. “Kanak?” she whispered, unable to comprehend what she was seeing. Everyone in the family knew Kanak—she wasn’t a stranger but someone they had never imagined would enter their home this way. Surendra’s father’s face hardened, sensing the storm behind his son’s decision. The air grew heavy as Kanak lowered her gaze, shame and helplessness clouding her face. Surendra, however, stood tall, his expression unyielding. “She’s my wife now,” he declared, his voice echoing through the hall.