Priya looked at me, her gaze heavy with a mix of understanding and sadness, as though she could sense the weight of the turmoil I was carrying. Her eyes, soft yet steady, seemed to reach right into my heart, as if trying to pull the truth from me without a single word. The silence between us stretched for a moment, thick with unspoken thoughts, before she spoke again. Her voice was calm, but there was a tenderness in it that almost broke me. "Bhabhi, everyone thinks you married my brother for his wealth," she said quietly, her words almost like a sigh. "Many girls dream of being in your place, of marrying him for what he has. That’s why he’s been so cold, so distant. He’s built these walls around himself, and it’s easy to believe the worst about someone when they act like that. But…" She hesitated, as if weighing her next words carefully. "But, there’s something about you. In your words, in the way you carry yourself—there’s a kind of purity, a quiet sincerity. I don’t feel like you’re after his money. It’s like… you’re lost, Bhabhi. Like you’re just trying to make sense of a world you didn’t ask to be a part of. Like the rest of us."