At first, it felt like a superpower. He returned to his family and, for the first time in his life, he was the perfect son, brother, and partner. When his mother thought about her aching knees but said she was "fine," Chintan was already there with a chair and water. When Sneha felt a pang of insecurity about their future, he took her hand and spoke the exact words of reassurance she needed. He was a mind-reading magician, navigating the complexities of relationships with surgical precision.
On their final night at Ambaji, Chintan returned to the temple. He thanked the Goddess for the lesson but asked for the silence back. As the mental voices faded into the cool night air, Chintan felt a profound sense of relief. He still didn't know exactly what Sneha was thinking as she smiled at him under the temple lights, but for the first time, he was okay with the mystery. He didn't need to be a mind reader to be a better man; he just needed to be a better listener. At first, it felt like a superpower
"I hope he noticed I wore his favorite color today," a voice rang out, clear as a bell. Chintan looked around. A young woman was walking silently past him, her lips unmoving. When Sneha felt a pang of insecurity about
Chintan froze. The Goddess had taken him literally. He could hear the inner thoughts of every woman around him. He thanked the Goddess for the lesson but