Journey of two broken souls.
ADHIRAJ RANA -future CM of Rajasthan and king of Udaipur
Dr. TRANIKA RAJVANSH- IAS officer
"I am your fucking wife, Adhiraj, treat me like one," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "The wife you forced into this mar...
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The hospital air was thick with tension, the sterile smell clinging to my clothes. I couldn't leave her hand, not even for a moment. Tranika's fingers trembled in mine, and her voice broke as she whispered, "If something happens, I'll die."
Inside, Vriti's operation was ongoing. Reyansh was out of danger, they said, but still unconscious. His breathing steady but shallow.
We waited in suffocating silence. An hour stretched like an eternity until the operating room doors swung open. The doctor stepped out, holding a tiny bundle wrapped in soft white cloth. His expression was grave.
"We couldn't save the baby," he said quietly, the weight of the words crushing us all. "The mother's blood pressure dropped too low. I'm sorry."
Atharva sank onto a chair, his face pale, his body trembling as though life had drained out of him. Maa's eyes brimmed with tears as she clutched Niharika and Anamika, who were trying to hold back their own sobs. Dad placed a hand on Atharva's shoulder, whispering words of consolation that none of us could hear over the roar of grief filling the hallway.
But Maa—she gathered herself and stepped forward, taking the lifeless baby gently from the doctor's hands. Her arms cradled the child with a tenderness that seemed unbreakable, as if she could will life back into that tiny body.
"How is Bhabhi?" Tranika asked, her voice trembling.
"She's stable," the doctor replied.
Relief flooded her face, and she exhaled a shaky breath. She approached Maa, her hands quivering, and softly took the baby from her arms. For a moment, she just stood there, staring at the delicate little face, as if trying to etch every detail into her memory. Then she sank into a chair, holding the baby close to her chest, her head bent low.
It was a moment of raw, unspoken pain—until it wasn't.
The silence shattered as a sharp, piercing cry filled the air.
The baby was crying.
Tears streamed down Tranika's face. Doctors rushed toward her, their voices urgent as they took the baby from her arms and hurried back into the operating room.
We were frozen, stunned into silence.
I turned to look at Tranika. Her face was pale, streaked with tears, but her eyes—her eyes were alive with something indescribable. Hope? Gratitude? A miracle.
Atharva broke down completely, sobbing into his hands. Tranika, ever calm in chaos, moved to his side and sat beside him.
"She's fine, bhai," she said, her voice soft but steady.
Atharva looked up at her, tears streaming down his face. "She is, isn't she?" he whispered, his voice breaking. "We always knew she loved you, and when she came into your arms, she came to life. You always believed an angel would come into our lives, and now she has."
