Written in the Stars (Rewriting)

Chapter 8

Farah pov (flashback)

I sat in the sterile, white room, the air heavy with the weight of the doctor's words. "I'm sorry to inform you, Mrs. Arora, but due to certain complications, you are infertile and unable to conceive."

The words sliced through me, colder than the sterile atmosphere of the room. I stared at the doctor, my mind struggling to process the gravity of what had just been said. I had gone to so many doctors, undergone so many tests, but hearing it from him in this clinical setting—it made it all too real.

He continued, explaining the medical reasons behind my inability to conceive. “The complications we’ve found are due to a combination of factors,” he said. “You have a condition known as blocked fallopian tubes, which prevents the egg from traveling to the uterus. Additionally, your hormone levels are irregular, which affects ovulation, and there is also a risk of a condition called endometriosis, which further impedes your ability to conceive.”

Blocked tubes. Irregular hormones. Endometriosis. The words blurred together in my mind, but all I could focus on was the realization of what this meant. What it meant for me, for Ashraf, for the dream we had always shared. A family. A future that now seemed impossible.

I turned to Ashraf, hoping for some sign of understanding, some shred of compassion. But instead, his face was unreadable, the tension in the air palpable. The silence between us felt suffocating, like the world was holding its breath.

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I stepped out of the hospital, the cold air hitting my skin like a slap. My legs felt unsteady beneath me, and for a moment, I felt like the ground had been pulled from under me. The doctor’s words replayed in my mind over and over again, each repetition a sharp reminder of the reality I now faced. I’m infertile. I couldn't escape it. It was the harsh truth.

The dream Ashraf and I had shared for so long, the dream of raising children together, of growing old as a family—gone. It felt like a cruel joke, something I never imagined would happen to us.

I barely registered the cars whizzing by, the sounds of the city fading into the background as I tried to process what had just happened. My throat felt tight, my chest heavy with the weight of it all.

Then, I heard the screech of tires. My heart dropped into my stomach, and before I could even take another breath, I saw him. Ashraf. He stormed toward me, his face contorted with anger, eyes burning with fury.

“You really think you’re just going to walk away from this, huh?” he spat, his voice low and filled with venom. The words hit me like a physical blow. “How the hell could you let this happen, Farah? You can’t even give me a child. You’ve failed me in the one thing that matters the most.”

His words stung, cutting deeper than any physical pain ever could. I opened my mouth to say something, anything to defend myself, but the words wouldn’t come. I was paralyzed, standing there, helpless under his gaze.

Before I could react, Ashraf grabbed me by the arms. His grip was bruising, and he shook me violently. I gasped for air as he growled, “What’s wrong with you? You were supposed to be my wife, my partner, and you can’t even do the one thing I needed from you!”

His voice, laced with disgust, shattered something inside me. I struggled, my hands clawing at his grip, trying to free myself, but it was useless. The more I struggled, the tighter his hold became.

“I didn’t ask for this!” I choked out, my voice trembling. But he didn’t let go. He just kept shaking me, his fury mounting.

“Of course you didn’t!” he sneered, his eyes flashing with contempt. “You’ve never cared about what I want, have you? You’ve only cared about yourself. I married you to give me a family, not to be left with nothing but a failed marriage!”