"life is unexpected no one knows who you'll meet at what point of your life and what place they'll hold in your life" just like these two people who are about to get tied by unexpected fate
"Darsh comes home from work. Not seeing Satakshi in the living room, he immediately senses that something is off. Guessing she might still be in her room, he hurries upstairs. Entering the room, he finds Satakshi curled up on the bed, her face pale and tense. Concern floods him as he walks toward her."
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Darsh, softly, sitting beside her: Aap thik ho?
"Hearing his voice, Satakshi looks up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. Unable to hold back, she starts crying. Panicked, Darsh gently takes her hands in his, his voice laced with worry."
Darsh: Aap please ese roo mt. Mujhe btao, kya ho raha hai?
Satakshi, through her tears, gripping his hands: Bhot dard ho raha hai.
"Darsh's mind immediately jumps to her emotional state. His brows knit together as he speaks, trying to comfort her."
Satakshi, snapping slightly, shaking her head: nhi, mohit nhi.
"Darsh looks at her, confused. He tilts his head slightly, trying to process what she just said."
Darsh: kya?
Satakshi lets out a shaky breath, clutching her stomach as she speaks: mujhe periods ho rhe h... aur bhot drd ho rha h paet m.
"A moment of silence hangs between them before Darsh's eyes widen in realization. His earlier confusion turns into a flustered expression as he stammers."
Darsh: hn.... vhi toh m kh rha hu.... h kya?... ek min... aap mohit ki vjhse nhi ro rhe?
Despite her pain, Satakshi glares at him, annoyed: nhi! mujhe cramps ho rhe h, islie ro rhi hu.
Darsh, relieved but now unsure: oo.. accha.. mtlb ye... toh fir ab thk kse hoga ye drd?
"Satakshi groans, exasperated. Her irritation spikes as she shifts uncomfortably on the bed."
Darsh: are maine kya kia pr? abhi tk aap roo rhe the, ab aap gussa ho rhe ho, kya hua?
"Satakshi throws him a glare, which only makes Darsh more amused. He sits still, unsure whether to laugh or leave, as she buries her face back into the pillow. Darsh hurriedly leaves the room, retreating to his study. For the next hour, he busies himself researching, determined to find a way to help her. Finally, he returns to the room, carrying a small bag in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Approaching her cautiously, he clears his throat and says softly,"
