His Conditional Wife

Epilogue

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The Epilogue is Here!

Thank you all for being part of this incredible journey. Writing this story has been an unforgettable experience, and I’m beyond grateful to have had such amazing readers alongside me. Your love, support, and encouragement made all the difference 🥰

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Saying goodbye to Aman and Nitya is bittersweet. They’ve been a part of me for so long. This story holds so many personal moments I could relate to, and hearing from some of you who felt the same has been incredibly moving. I hope it brought you joy, love, and maybe even a little hope along the way 🤗

To my lovely readers: I will miss you so much. If you’d like to stay connected, feel free to follow me or text me, stay in touch, though no pressure, of course! 👀

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And to everyone who lifted me up when I felt down, thank you from the bottom of my heart 😭❤

Love you all a million 💗

Love,
Sara Irfan.

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FEW YEARS LATER

Please be okay.

Please be okay.

I chant it like a mantra as I sign all the fucking formalities that the hospital keeps giving me.

She's struggling inside, and I am here filling out forms. I can't believe this.

I’m going to sue this hospital.

Heer has been in labor for twelve hours straight now, so I quickly complete the forms and rush across the next hall.

My whole family is sitting outside the room, waiting for the baby.

Ma sits beside Vedansh, who is holding Abhiman on his lap.

Abhiman Mehra is four years old and has no damn clue about what is happening, except the fact that he is expecting a baby brother or sister soon.