In the vibrant city of Bangalore, Tiya and Karan Shekhawat's marriage seemed perfect-until a heartbreaking miscarriage shattered their world. Burdened by grief and a secret revelation, Tiya makes a selfless decision to reunite Karan with his past lo...
Within the confines of the frame lay a poignant collection of memories – the ultrasound scan capturing the tender promise of their unborn child, the post-pregnancy test photo symbolising the hope that once filled their hearts, and a small, cherished image of Tiya cradling her burgeoning belly, a snapshot frozen in time just before tragedy struck.
The weight of grief and longing washed over him as he stood before the collage, each image a painful reminder of the happiness they had once shared, now tinged with the unbearable ache of loss.
Karan vowed to defy the cruel hand of fate, to stand unwavering by Tiya's side in the face of adversity. For he was not one to surrender to despair – he was a man fueled by love, determined to reclaim the happiness that had been torn from their grasp.
His gaze swept over the room, he noticed another frame, this one containing a small ultrasound picture. Beside it stood a photo of Tiya, Meera, and their mother, radiating warmth and love, followed by a picture of himself on their wedding day. Tears welled up in Karan's eyes once more as he took in the poignant images.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands trembling as he dialled his mother's number. With a deep breath, he waited for her to pick up, his heart pounding with anticipation. As soon as she answered, he wasted no time in delivering the news.
"I found her," he said, his voice quivering with emotion.
There was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the line before his mother's voice filled his ears, brimming with hope and relief. His sister, Meera who was with their mother also expressed joy and relief. However, the joy was short-lived as Karan continued, his next words shattering the fragile semblance of happiness.
"She has blood cancer. Stage 4," he choked out, tears streaming down his face. "She only has 5 months, Maa."
The weight of his words hung heavily in the air as Karan struggled to contain his anguish. The pain of his revelation seemed to echo in the silence that followed, leaving him feeling utterly broken and defeated.
"Why does God want to punish me like this?" he cried out, his voice raw with despair. "Why make her suffer even more? She's already been through so much."
His mother, Rekha, was speechless, her own shock mirroring his. As the news sank in, she felt her strength falter, and she slowly collapsed onto the bed, overwhelmed by the weight of the situation.
"Bhaiya... Maa fainted," Meera's voice trembled over the phone, her words barely audible through her own tears. "Please take care of Bhabhi," she pleaded, her voice filled with sorrow and concern.
Leaving the room, Karan found Tiya seated, immersed in reading the holy Bhagavad Gita. Her fragile form seemed to blend with the surroundings, her presence a stark reminder of the fragility of life. As he approached, Tiya looked up, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and anticipation.
Instead of taking the seat across from her, Karan settled beside Tiya, their shoulders almost touching. A heavy silence hung in the air, each lost in their own thoughts. But she almost immediately scurried away from him. This did not go unnoticed by him nor did it fail to hurt him.
Finally, Tiya spoke, her voice soft and fragile, like a whisper in the wind.
"I hope Sanjana and you are doing well. How are Meera didi, Adit, Atharv ji and Maa?" she asked, her words tinged with concern.
Karan met her gaze intently, his heart aching at the sight of her frailty. "They are fine," he replied softly, his eyes never leaving hers.
Tiya nodded, a hint of sadness clouding her features. "Give me the papers. I will sign them," she said, her voice barely above a whisper thinking he was here to get her to sign the divorce papers. Maybe he and Sanjana were planning to get married, she thought.
Confusion flickered across Karan's face. "What papers?" he asked, taken aback by her words.
"Divorce papers... aren't you here for that?" she questioned, her voice trembling with uncertainty and weakness.
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I cried a lot writing this chapter. Fate is cruel... isn't it?
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