The moment the words left my grandmother's lips—"Aarav, I think you should get married now"—my fork paused mid-air. The tension in the dining room spiked instantly. I let the fork fall onto the plate with a clatter and slowly leaned back in my chair, fixing her with a cold stare.
"I'm done." The words left my mouth like a sharp command, final and irrefutable.
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