I tracked her location. I almost lost the woman, not the route.

I installed every tracker. If her dot paused, my mind sprinted. “Who’s there? Why 12% battery?” We fought daily. A college senior said, “You don’t need more data; you need steadiness. Call Dayaram ji.”

Pandit Ji didn’t shame me. He held a focused process and gave us two clean moves: first, make location sharing consent-based and situational—SOS only, not 24/7 babysitting; second, replace interrogation with clarity—two agreed check-in windows and a simple “running late” text, no cross-exams. We also set an emergency word and deleted the sneaky apps.

By the end, I trusted her again—and myself. I stopped treating love like a GPS log. She said, “I feel safe with you, not watched by you.” The outside noise stayed outside.