They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Khuda kare Hamara milna dubara ho Ek taraf tum ho Ek taraf haseen samandar ka kinara ho Tez hawaoo ka sahara ho Bikhre tumhari zulf Sawarne wala hath hamara ho
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The cold hospital air clung to them as Mishti and Adair stepped inside. The overhead fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow, making everything seem even more sterile, even more unwelcoming. The faint hum of machines, hurried footsteps of nurses, and hushed murmurs of worried families filled the space.
Near the waiting area, Raghav and Riya sat on the stiff plastic chairs, their faces taut with worry. Riya cradled little Pari in her arms, gently swaying her as the baby let out soft, sleepy murmurs.
Ayaan stood close by, playing with the hem of Riya's dupatta, occasionally glancing toward the closed doors.
Mishti's gaze fell on him, and her breath caught for a second.
Ayaan.
Last night, the driver had mentioned his son's name was Ayaan.
"Duniya itni bhi choti nahi hai," she murmured under her breath. (The world isn't that small.)
She turned toward Adair, her fingers twitching slightly. She wanted to tell him—wanted to share this strange coincidence. But right now, the situation wasn't right.
Not when Amma was inside, fighting for her life.
Before she could think further, Ayaan noticed them. His eyes lit up for a brief second before he ran toward them on his tiny legs, his little hands reaching out.
Adair instinctively bent down and scooped him up, his strong arms securing the child with ease.
But the second Ayaan was in his arms—his expression crumpled.
His small face twisted with an emotion too big for his age, and then—he broke into a sob.
His tiny hands clutched Adair's shirt, his body trembling as he cried into his chest.
Riya's eyes widened. "Abhi tak toh ekdum shaant tha, ise kya ho gaya?" (He was completely fine until now, what happened to him?)
Ayaan hiccupped between his cries, his voice trembling. "Voh unhe... kya ho gaya hai?" (What happened to her?)
Everyone understood who he was asking about.
Mishti immediately stepped closer, gently prying Ayaan's face away from Adair's chest. She wipe his damp cheeks with her soft fingers.
"Unhe nahi, Amaan hai voh. Amma bolo, Ayaan." (Not 'her,' she is Amma. Call her Amma, Ayaan.)
Her voice was gentle yet firm, as if correcting him would somehow protect him from the weight of the truth.
"She will be fine. Don't worry."
Ayaan sniffled, his big eyes searching hers for reassurance.
Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps pulled everyone's attention.
