After the festivities, everyone teased my father good-naturedly as he escorted Rekha toward their room, both of them smiling shyly. The families were filled with happiness, thinking the transition was smooth.
But about an hour later, we heard soft crying from behind their door.
Rekha sat curled in the corner, overwhelmed and anxious. My father was on the bed, his face full of confusion and helplessness. Nothing inappropriate had happened—they were simply two people, both nervous, both unsure of how to take the first step into a new, unfamiliar chapter.
A Gentle Conversation That Changed Everything
I sat with them the next morning, allowing the quiet to settle before speaking.
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