It was a dark night, with occasional flickers of electricity. Karishma stood beside a pregnant lady who was in the throes of labor, screaming in pain.
Karishma reached out and held the lady's hand, saying, Please, push keejye, thori himmat keejye plzz
After a considerable struggle, the lady finally delivered a baby boy, whose cries filled the air. Karishma, with tears in her eyes, lifted the baby into her arms, kissed his forehead, and said, yeh dekhye naa beta hua hai 🥹🥹
At that moment, the lady gasped and said, hamary bety ka khyaal rakhye ga plz.
And then, she passed away. Karishma stood there in shock, tears in her eyes, and implored the nearby doctor, saying, "Doctor, plz dekhye naa"
The doctor examined the lady and sadly announced, "I'm sorry, madam. She's no more."
Karishma looked at the lifeless woman and then at the crying baby in her arms.
Karishma saw the woman and cried out, nhi , ap asy nhi chor kr jaa skti, plz ankhain kholye naa plzz.
"I'm sorry, madam," the doctor said solemnly as he covered the lifeless body with a white cloth. Karishma stepped outside, cradling the newborn baby, her eyes filled with red-tinged tears that told a heartbreaking story.
She looked at the baby with tear-filled eyes and spoke with a trembling voice, Baby 🥺, aap ki mumma chali gai. Hum sub ko chor kr. Her tears fell on the cheek of the baby.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and hit her left arm. She fell to the floor, still clutching the baby tightly in her arms winching in pain.
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