*Present [1975]*
Edward's hands trembled as he turned the pages of the diary, the vivid memories flooding back with each word. The dried rose, the pictures, the handwritten notes in Manjari's familiar script-it all brought back the intense emotions of that fateful day. He could almost hear the sounds of the battle, feel the pain of the blows, and see the love in Manjari's eyes as she reached out for him one last time.
As he reached the final page, Edward took a deep breath, his eyes misting over with tears. He gently closed the book, pressing it to his chest for a moment as if trying to draw strength from it. The diary had transported him back to a time of love, loss, and sacrifice, and now he had to let it go.
He stood up and walked over to Meera, who had been waiting quietly nearby. With a bittersweet smile, he handed her the diary. "This belonged to someone very special. It's a precious part of her story and...mine. Keep it safe."
Meera nodded, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern. "Thank you, Edward. I'll take care of it."
As Edward turned to leave, his gaze fell upon a photograph hanging on the wall. The woman in the picture had a serene, yet strong presence. There was something familiar about her, something that tugged at his heartstrings.
"Woh kaun hai?" Edward asked, pointing to the photograph.
{Who is she?}
Meera glanced at the picture and then back at Edward.
"Woh meri maa, Gauri"
{That's my mother, Gauri}
*FLASHBACK*
TEMPLE COURTYARD - NIGHT [1975]
{A young GAURI, dressed in a simple red saree, stands before a PRIEST. Next to her is ARJUN, his eyes filled with love and determination. They exchange garlands, their hands trembling as they tie the sacred knot. The temple bells ring softly in the background.}
Priest says "From this moment on, you are bound in sacred union"
*FLASHBACK*
Gauri sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers gripping the soft fabric of her dupatta. The lantern beside her flickered, casting restless shadows on the walls. Her heart pounded against her ribs, the weight of her secret pressing down on her chest.
She never wanted this. Never wanted to hide things from Manjari. But what choice did she have? If anyone found out about him-about their marriage-he would be cast out, maybe worse.
The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
A gentle nudge on her arm pulled her from her thoughts. "You seem lost," Manjari said, her voice laced with curiosity. "Everything okay?"
Gauri forced a smile, ignoring the tightness in her throat. "Oh, it's nothing... just some family matters." She hesitated for a second before adding, "Actually, I need to leave town for a few days. My family is expecting me."
Manjari frowned. "So suddenly? You didn't mention this before."
Gauri turned away, pretending to adjust her bangles. "I know... it just came up."
Silence stretched between them. Gauri didn't dare meet Manjari's eyes, afraid they would see the truth-see the guilt gnawing at her insides.
After a moment, Manjari nodded. "Alright. Just take care of yourself, okay?"
Gauri exhaled softly, relief mingling with guilt. "I will."
She wasn't sure if she was reassuring Manjari or herself.
Meera was Born.
That day, when Edward proposed to Manjari, she couldn't bring herself to say it. She just clutched the kerchief embroidered with the name Meera.
*Flashback End*
Edward's breath caught in his throat. The realization hit him like a tidal wave. "Gauri... Manjari's friend," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Meera looked puzzled. "Aap jaante the unhe?"
{You knew her?}
Edward nodded slowly, his mind racing. "Yes, I knew her. She was a brave woman...a dear friend of Manjari."
Tears welled up in Edward's eyes as the memories of Gauri and Manjari flooded back. He felt a profound sense of loss and sadness, knowing that both women who had meant so much to him were gone. Yeah, he didn't quite know about where Manjari was? Or is she...alive or not? The realization that Meera was Gauri's daughter added a new layer of complexity to his emotions.
Without saying another word, Edward turned and walked away, his heart heavy with sorrow. He couldn't bring himself to explain everything to Meera-not yet. The past was still too raw, too painful.
As he stepped outside, the cool breeze brushed against his face, mingling with his tears. Edward took a deep breath, letting the memories settle within him. He knew he had to keep moving forward, but the past would always be a part of him, shaping his journey and guiding his steps.
With renewed determination, Edward walked away, leaving the echoes of his past behind, yet carrying their lessons and love within him.
Edward was walking on the streets with his son as he sees a orphanage, he quickly remembered how he bought raghav.
And then suddenly Edward collided with a stranger, he quickly apologized, kneeling to help gather the scattered pamphlets. They fluttered around him, landing softly on the pavement, catching the attention of passersby. The man he bumped into looked flustered but smiled kindly, brushing it off.
"It's alright," the man said, bending down as well. "No harm done."
Edward gathered the last pamphlet, his fingers stilling when his eyes caught the image on it. The bold headline read "Charity and Hope", and there, on the glossy paper, was a face he hadn't seen in decades- "Stefan"
Time seemed to stop as Edward stared at the image. Stefan was older, his face more lined with experience, yet still unmistakably his brother. The years had added a certain gravity to his expression, but the familiar kindness in his eyes hadn't changed.
The man beside him, oblivious to Edward's internal shock, reached for the pamphlet. "Thank you," he said, standing up with a nod.
But Edward couldn't tear his gaze away from the image. He stood slowly, still gripping one of the pamphlets. "This man," Edward began, his voice a little shaky, "who is he?"
The man glanced at the pamphlet Edward held. "Oh, vo Stefan Cooper hain. Vo foundation chalate hain. Woh disaster relief aur anath bachhon ki madad ke liye bahut saara charity ka kaam karte hai. Bahut hi acche aur udaar vyakti hain, vo"
{Oh, that's Stefan Cooper. He runs the foundation. They do a lot of charity work for disaster relief and helping orphaned children. A very good generous man, that Stefan.}
Edward's heart pounded in his chest. He hadn't heard the name 'Stefan Cooper' in years, not since everything fell apart. His brother had disappeared from his life. Yet here he was, alive and apparently leading a foundation for charity.
The man smiled as he gathered the last of his pamphlets. "If you're interested in learning more, they're hosting an event this weekend. The foundation is doing amazing work. It's rare to see someone so devoted."
Edward barely heard him, his mind still swirling with the revelation. 'Stefan was alive-alive and out there, helping people'. The shock of it was overwhelming, flooding him with both hope and guilt. He had never imagined Stefan living a life like this, away from all the turmoil that had once bound them. In this moment all he needed was to meet his brother!!
"Thank you," Edward managed, his voice distant and about to break. He took one of the pamphlet from the man, who nodded and walked away, leaving Edward standing in the middle of the sidewalk, holding his son's hand a little too tightly.
"Papa?" Raghav asked, looking up at his father with concern. "Kya hua?"
{Dad, what's wrong?}
Edward knelt down, brushing his hand over raghav's hair as he tried to calm the storm of emotions rising in his chest. "Nothing, Raghu. Maine.... mere ek dil ke kareeb insaan ko bohot saalo baad dekha hai"
{Nothing, Raghu. I just... saw someone close to my heart after many years}
His heart raced as he glanced down at the pamphlet again, his mind spinning with questions. Where had Stefan been all these years? Did he ever try to find Edward? And how could Edward find him now?
As he stood, the cool breeze brushed against his face, mingling with his deep breath. There was no time to linger in the past-not here, not with Raghav beside him. But something had shifted in Edward's world. He had to find Stefan. The answers to so many questions lay with his brother, and now that he knew Stefan was alive, there was no turning back.
With newfound determination, Edward took Raghav's hand and began walking again, the weight of the past once again pressing heavily on his heart-but this time, with a glimmer of hope.
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Edward's heart raced as he clutched the pamphlet tightly in his hand. The foundation's address was printed clearly at the bottom, and he wasted no time making his way there. Each step felt heavier than the last, the anticipation building like a storm within him. Raghav held onto his hand, his small legs struggling to keep up.
The closer Edward got to the location, the more his heart pounded. Finally, he turned a corner and saw the building ahead, a grand yet humble structure that radiated warmth and purpose. Above the entrance was a large sign that read, "Edward Foundation for Hope and Healing."
Edward froze in his tracks, his breath catching. His name. His name was there. He stared at the sign, the letters almost blurring as tears welled up in his eyes. Stefan had named the foundation after him. A surge of emotion threatened to overwhelm him-gratitude, guilt, pride, and an ache for the years lost.
The sky above darkened as if mirroring the storm in his heart, and soon, raindrops began to fall. Edward barely noticed. He stepped forward, his pace quickening as the rain intensified. People were hurrying inside the building, trying to escape the downpour. Edward followed, his clothes quickly soaking through, but he didn't care.
Inside, the sound of murmured conversations filled the air. Edward noticed a small crowd gathered near the front, listening intently to a speaker. He couldn't see who it was, but the voice carried authority and compassion. The crowd soon dispersed, the rain outside driving them further indoors, and Edward seized his chance.
He approached a man who was folding chairs and asked, "Stefan... woh kahan milenge?"
{Stefan... where can I find him?}
The man looked up, a little startled but polite. "Stefan sir? He's in his cabin upstairs. Second door to the left."
Edward nodded his thanks and hurried in the direction indicated, his heart hammering against his chest. He climbed the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. When he reached the cabin door, he hesitated for a moment, gathering his courage before pushing it open.
The room was empty.
Edward stepped inside, his wet shoes squeaking on the polished floor. The cabin was simple yet elegant, with bookshelves lining one wall and a large desk at the center. But what caught Edward's attention was the photograph on the desk.
It was a picture of him and Manjari, taken on a sunny day long ago. Edward remembered that day vividly-the laughter, the warmth, the promise of a future that had never come to pass. He reached out and picked up the frame, his fingers trembling.
Edward stood in the quiet cabin, staring at the photograph of himself and Manjari. The emotions swirling inside him were almost too much to bear, but he knew he couldn't stop now. He had to find Stefan. For answers, for closure, for the chance to rebuild what had been lost.
As he turned to leave the cabin, his damp clothes clinging to him, the soft hum of voices caught his attention. Peering out of the window, he saw a line of people holding candles, their soft glow piercing through the rain. They were moving steadily toward a small church nearby, their expressions somber and reflective.
Curiosity and desperation drove Edward to follow them. He pulled Raghav closer, shielding him from the rain as they hurried outside. The candles flickered in the wet breeze, the people's quiet reverence only deepening Edward's urgency.
He approached a woman holding a candle. Her eyes were kind, though tired, and she looked at Edward with mild surprise as he asked, "Stefan... kaha hai? Woh apne cabin me nhi hai"
{Where is Stefan? He isn't in his cabin}
The woman shook her head softly, her face shadowed by the rain and candlelight. "Nahi, woh yahaan nahi hain," she replied gently.
{No he's not here}
"Unki patni abhi hospital mein hain... bohot serious condition mein. Saab unke paas hain." Says that woman.
{No, he isn't here. His wife is in the hospital... she's in serious condition. Sir is with her.}
Edward's breath hitched at her words. Stefan's wife? The thought struck him like a blow. Stefan was married? How much had happened in the years they had been apart? And now, his wife was fighting for her life in a hospital?
"Kaunsa hospital?" Edward asked, his voice more urgent than he intended.
{Which hospital?}
The woman pointed down the street. "City Hospital. Third floor, ICU. Prarthna kariye unke liye."
{City Hospital. Third floor, ICU. Please pray for her.}
Edward nodded, muttering a quick thank you before grabbing Raghav's hand and hailing a passing cab. His mind raced as they climbed in, the rain streaking the windows as the car sped through the wet streets.
Raghav looked up at him, confused by his father's intensity. "Papa, hum kahaan ja rahe hain?"
{Dad, where are we going?}
"To meet someone very important, beta,"Edward said softly, brushing his fingers through Raghav's damp hair. "Tumhare uncle Stefan ko."
{Your uncle Stefan.}
The cab screeched to a halt outside City Hospital, and Edward didn't waste a second. He paid the driver hastily and scooped Raghav into his arms, rushing inside. The bright fluorescent lights and sterile air of the hospital did little to calm the storm inside him. He hurried to the reception desk, his heart pounding.
"ICU. Third floor," he said breathlessly. The receptionist nodded, pointing to the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed, Edward's mind churned with thoughts. Stefan has a family. A wife. And she's fighting for her life. What would Stefan think, seeing Edward after all these years? Would he be angry? Relieved? Would he even want Edward there?
When the elevator doors opened, Edward stepped out into a quiet, dimly lit hallway. The smell of antiseptic was thick in the air. He walked toward the ICU, his steps faltering as he neared the large glass doors.
And there he was.
Stefan stood at the far end of the hallway, his back to Edward, staring through a window into one of the rooms. His shoulders were tense, his hands clenched at his sides. Even from this distance, Edward could see the weight of worry and grief pressing down on him.
Edward took a deep breath, steadying himself. He placed Raghav down gently, holding his small hand as they walked forward. Each step felt like a lifetime, the distance between them both agonizing and exhilarating.
"Stefan," Edward said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Stefan furrowed his brows. Slowly, he turned around, his face a mixture of shock, disbelief, and something unspoken-hope, perhaps, or fear. His eyes landed on Edward, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The world seemed to pause, the years melting away in an instant.
"Brother," Stefan finally said, his voice hoarse with emotion. He took a step forward, his expression softening as his gaze shifted to the boy at Edward's side. "You're... you're here. You're alive" he says his voice breaking
Edward nodded, his own voice trembling. "I had to find you, brother. After all these years... I had to find you."
Tears welled up in both their eyes as the weight of everything unsaid hung between them. For now, neither cared about the questions or the answers. All that mattered was that they were finally face to face again.
Stefan and Edward embraced, years of separation, guilt, and longing melted away into a torrent of shared tears. Their arms tightened around each other, their faces buried in the crook of one another's shoulders. The brothers clung to the moment, their breaths uneven, as if they feared it might be their last chance to hold on to each other.
"I thought I lost you," Stefan whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.
Edward closed his eyes, his voice heavy with regret. "I thought I'd never find you again. I'm so sorry, Stefan."
They stayed locked in the embrace, a silent apology and a promise unspoken between them. But as Edward opened his eyes, his gaze landed on the patient bed visible through the ICU window.
What he saw made his heart stop.
There, lying unconscious and fragile under the harsh glare of hospital lights, was Manjari.
Edward's arms froze mid-hug, his body turning rigid as if someone had struck him. His mouth fell open, and his wide eyes locked onto her still form. The world around him seemed to fade, leaving only the sight of her-her serene face pale, her chest rising and falling faintly with the assistance of the machines.
"Manjari?" Edward's voice came out as a strangled whisper, filled with disbelief and raw emotion.
Stefan felt the sudden shift in Edward's body and pulled back, realizing what Edward saw.
Edward raised a trembling hand, pointing toward the bed, his lips struggling to form words. "She... she's....Manjari...?" he stammered, his voice breaking.
Stefan's expression crumbled as fresh tears spilled down his face. He nodded slowly, unable to hold back his grief.
Edward stumbled backward, his knees threatening to give way. He clutched the wall for support, his mind racing with fragmented memories of her smile, her laughter, and her unwavering spirit. "What happened to her? Why is she here? Why is she sleeping? She's fine, right? Stefan, tell me she's fine!"
Edward's frantic questions tumbled out one after another, his panic growing with each word. He stepped closer to the glass his hands pressed against it as if trying to reach her.
Stefan grabbed Edward by the shoulders, his voice firm but choked with emotion. "Edward, listen to me"
The words tumbled from his lips in a frantic, disjointed rhythm as he ranted, desperate for answers. His mind struggled to reconcile the vibrant woman he had loved with the lifeless form before him.
"Edward!" Stefan grabbed him by the shoulders, his own tears flowing freely. "Please, listen to me. I'll tell you everything."
Edward's panicked breathing slowed as Stefan began his story, his voice heavy with sorrow.
"That day... on the train... we were running, Edward. Our father's men-they had tracked us down. They were in the train that we were. They were going to kill her, kill us both. I had no choice but to pull the emergency chain and get us off the train. I carried her in my arms, running as fast as I could, searching for safety."
Stefan then stred down saying. "That place-the foundation, I named after you-it was just a ruin back then. But it was the only shelter I could find. She was bleeding, Edward. Badly. I got her to the nearest hospital, but it was too late to save her completely."
Edward's voice cracked as he whispered, "Too late?"
Stefan nodded, his own voice trembling. "The doctors said she was in shock. Her mind and body had endured too much. They called it catatonic shock syndrome-a rare condition triggered by extreme trauma. She hasn't spoken, moved, or responded since that day. And she isnt my wife, people started assuming it!"
Edward's legs gave way, and he sank to his knees, gripping his hair in anguish. "All these years... and she's been here, like this? And now? What do the doctors say now?"
Stefan knelt beside him, his voice breaking further. "They say... they say she's pulling hard but her body is not supporting with her. Slowly. They've tried everything, Edward, but she's slipping away. I've been holding on, praying for a miracle. But I don't know how much time she has left."
The weight of Stefan's words crushed Edward. He rose shakily, his gaze fixed on Manjari's fragile form through the glass. "No," he muttered, shaking his head. "This can't be it. She's fought so much. She's survived this long. There has to be something we can do!"
Stefan placed a hand on Edward's shoulder, his voice steady despite the tears. "I've tried everything, Edward. Everything. But maybe..." He hesitated, his eyes searching Edward's face. "Maybe she's been holding on for you."
Edward froze, the words striking a chord deep within him. His hand pressed against the glass, as if willing Manjari to wake up, to see him, to know he was there. "Manjari," he whispered, his voice cracking.
Edward stepped hesitantly into the room, the sterile air heavy with the sound of the machines that were keeping Manjari's frail body tethered to this world. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat a reminder of the life he had lost, and yet, the hope that had been buried so long ago now began to flicker.
Raghav clung to his side, sensing the weight of the moment but not yet understanding it fully. Edward's eyes were drawn to the sight of Manjari lying motionless, her face pale and almost ghostly in the soft light, her chest rising and falling faintly with the help of the machines. The beeping rhythm of her heart echoed in the room like a cruel reminder of how fragile life was.
The lines on the monitor flickered, up and down, steady, but faint. Still alive... Edward thought with a hollow breath, his hands trembling as he knelt beside her. A sob escaped his chest, raw and painful, as he reached out to touch her hand.
"Manjari," he whispered, his voice thick with sorrow.
Raghav tugged at his arm, his small face filled with confusion and sadness. "Maa?" he asked quietly, his voice so innocent yet breaking Edward's heart even more.
Edward looked down at his son, tears welling in his eyes. He gently took Raghav's hand, placing it in Manjari's, before speaking softly, "This is your mom, Raghav. She's been waiting for us, for you."
Raghav's face crumpled as he gazed at his mother, her fragile hand resting in his tiny one. He began to cry, soft, helpless sobs that echoed the depth of the grief Edward himself had carried all these years. Edward, unable to hold back anymore, pulled his son close, enveloping him in a tight embrace as both of them wept in unison.
A tear slipped from Edward's eye and fell onto Manjari's hand, the warmth of it spreading like a silent plea. But as if in answer, something miraculous happened. Manjari's hand twitched, then her fingers stirred ever so slightly, and her eyelids fluttered. Edward gasped, his heart racing.
Manjari's eyelids slowly parted, and her gaze locked onto Edward. The world outside the room seemed to pause as their eyes met. It was as if time had stopped, and in that moment, everything that had been lost was found again.
"Edward..." she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with so much emotion that it made Edward's chest tighten. She talked after so many days.
He blinked rapidly, fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm him. He had never imagined this moment. He had never dared to hope that he would ever hear her voice again. But there it was, like a light, calling him back from the darkness.
With trembling hands, Edward turned to Raghav, who had been quietly watching his mother. "I'm here..This is Raghav... your son," he said, his voice breaking as he looked back at Manjari, his love, the woman he thought he had lost forever.
Manjari's eyes shimmered with tears "Aapko yaad hai?" She asks and edward nids with tears as he remembers when she said she wanted a son named Raghav
{You remember?}
She then reached out her hand, weak but determined. Raghav hesitated for a moment before he reached out, his small fingers wrapping around hers. He leaned forward, resting his head gently on her hand, the simple gesture of a child finding comfort in the presence of his mother. He then closes his eyes falling asleep.
Edward stood there, watching them, his heart full yet broken. He had her back, but it was clear to him that she was slipping away.
Meanwhile, Stefan stood outside the room, pressing his hand against the glass, his heart hammering in his chest as he watched the miracle unfold. His eyes were wide with disbelief and hope, but he could not feel the strange unease that stirred inside Edward.
Edward, however, felt it. As he held his son, watching Manjari's fragile form, a sudden wave of unease washed over him. It was subtle at first-an almost imperceptible shift in the air, a chill that seemed to creep into his bones. And though he couldn't explain it, Edward couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that time was slipping away faster than he could grasp.
Stefan, from the other side of the glass, couldn't sense the change. His heart swelled with joy at seeing Manjari awake, he was happy that she was going to be fine.. again like before but little did he know she was slipping away..
Edward turned back to Manjari, his breath shallow. "Manjari," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Please... please stay with us."
She smiled weakly, but her breath was growing slower, more labored. "I love you so much... Edward, meri zindagi me aake aapne mujhe phirse jeena sikhaya aur Raghav.... usse khush dekh ke.. main... mujhe bohot khushi hui..."
{I love you so much... Edward, you came into my life and taught me how to live again and Raghav.. seeing him happy.. made me happy}
Her voice faded, but the warmth in her eyes remained. As her chest rose and fell, the beeping of the heart monitor began to slow, each beat further apart than the last.
Edward felt the chill in the room deepen, a profound ache growing in his chest. He reached out for her hand again, squeezing it tightly.
"I love you, too," he whispered, his words cracking.
Manjari's eyes closed for a moment, then opened again with a final, peaceful smile. "I'll always love you..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Aur Stefan... Woh mere saath humesha khada raha... main unhe kabhi hurt nhi krna chahti thi.. unhe kehna... kehna ki unki Mini..unko humesha miss...miss.. karegi"
{And Stefan... He always stood by me... I never wanted to hurt him... tell him... tell him that his Mini... will always miss him... always}
Each word she spoke seemed to hang in the air like a precious, lingering farewell.
Edward's fingers trembled as they brushed against her cool skin, the weight of what was happening sinking in with an overwhelming finality. His heart shattered, each beat a painful reminder that she was slipping away. He held her hand gently, terrified to let go, as though clinging to her would somehow keep her with him.
His chest tightened, each breath shallow and strained, yet with desperate determination, he pressed her hand to his lips and kissed it-softly, reverently, as if that single kiss could somehow transfer all the love, all the time they had lost, into one moment. He was a crying mess.
With trembling hands, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small, worn ring. The diamond shimmered faintly in the dim light, the weight of it heavy with years of longing. It was the ring he had carried with him, a promise he had held onto for so long, waiting for the day he could place it on her finger, to make her his, to prove how much she meant to him.
Tears blurred his vision as he gently slid the ring onto Manjari's finger, his voice breaking as he whispered, "With this, I thee wed." His words trembled in the quiet room, thick with sorrow and love-a vow made too late, a promise unfulfilled.
Manjari's lips parted in the faintest smile as she whispered her final words, barely audible, "With this I thee... wed," before the words trailed off, her voice slipping away into silence.
Her breathing became shallow, softer, more distant. The machines began to beep erratically, a haunting warning of the end. Her hand, still held in Edward's, squeezed once more-a fleeting gesture of love, an unspoken goodbye.
Her face softened, peaceful in her final moments, and then-stillness. The life that had once been there, so full of love and hope, was now gone.
Last tear fell from her eye.
Edward froze, his heart crashing in his chest as the machines began their mournful cry. He held her hand to his chest, pressing it against his heart, allowing himself to feel the last moment of their connection. His breath caught in his throat, the world around him fading into a blur of pain and sorrow.
Edward's face crumpled, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as the ache in his chest grew unbearable, deepening with each passing second. He smiled with tears. "I told you I would find....YOU" His own heart, so full of grief, seemed to stop. And with that, he... too.. was GONE. His body, lifeless beside hers, no longer moved.
Outside the room, Stefan watched in horror, helpless, as he saw the lifeless forms of his brother and Manjari, side by side. His heart clenched in agony, and the machine's flatline echoed through the quiet hall like the death knell of everything he had ever known.
Panicked, Stefan rushed in, his face contorted with anguish as the full weight of the moment hit him. His brother, Edward-his love, Manjari-they were both gone, taken from him, taken from the world. Gone... FOREVER.
A painful scream escaped from his chest as he fell to the floor, hiding his face in his arms, unable to handle the pain of his loss. His body trembled with the strength of his grief, and his sobs were the only sound in the heavy silence.
The silence that followed was deafening. The machines continued to beep, but they were now only marking the end of TWO LIVES, bound by LOVE, lost to the cruel hands of FATE.
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Longest chapter ever!! I know it's been long but yeah I have put an end to this now :(
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