Meera touched his hand. “Tell him it is.”

That night, Meera asked to learn Tamil. Not from an app — from him. They made their own subtitles for life: “Coffee podava?” (Coffee, shirt?) became “Want coffee before I leave?” Every mistranslation was a laugh. Every corrected word, a bridge.

“Papa, what are you doing?” she asked.

Raj’s voice cracked. “Because he thinks love isn’t enough.”

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