Love is not found. It finds you.
It has a little bit to do with destiny, fate, hearts, desires and a lot to do with what is written in the stars.
Anurag Roy, the only son of the Roy family and an angel gifted with the heart of a devil. Is hardworkin...
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"What if..."
But before she could utter another word, I felt her body go limp in my arms. Panic surged through me as I watched her eyes flutter closed and her breathing become shallow.
"Debasmita!" I called out, my voice shaking as I gently carried her in my arms rushing towards my car. Every second felt like an eternity as I waited, my heart pounding in my chest.
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At the hospital, the minutes stretched into hours. I paced the waiting room, the sterile white walls closing in around me. Finally, a doctor approached, his expression grave.
"Mr. Roy," he began, "your wife experienced a severe anxiety attack. It's put a significant strain on her body and the pregnancy. We've stabilized her, but there are serious complications."
My heart sank as the doctor continued, "The stress and anxiety she's been feeling have led to a condition where her body is struggling to support the pregnancy. We have two options: we can closely monitor and care for her over the next four months, ensuring she remains calm and stress-free, or we may need to consider terminating the pregnancy to save her life."
His words hit me like a punch to the gut. The thought of losing our baby, the life we had created together, was unbearable.
But the thought of losing Debasmita was even more terrifying.
"Is there no other way?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice.
The doctor shook his head sympathetically. "We'll do everything we can, Mr. Roy. But the most important thing is to keep her stress levels as low as possible. She needs to be in a calm, supportive environment. Any significant stress could endanger both her and the baby."
I nodded, trying to process everything.
"I understand. I'll do whatever it takes to keep them both safe."
"But... I strongly suggest you terminate the pregnancy." The doctor's words sent a shiver down my spine.
I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. My mind raced, torn between the desire to protect our unborn child and the need to keep Debasmita safe. How could I possibly make such a decision?
"I... I understand," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "But has Debasmita regained consciousness? I can't make this decision alone. We need to discuss this together, with her fully aware of the situation."
The doctor nodded, his expression filled with empathy. "She has just started to come around. You can talk to her now, but please be gentle. She's still very fragile."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I walked into Debasmita's room. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me, a mix of confusion and worry etched on her face.
