The journey of blooming life ..

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MIHIR'S POV

I stood frozen, my world shattered into a million pieces. The hospital room seemed to spin around me, a never-ending vortex of pain and despair.

Shravani's condition, the miscarriage... Our unborn child, gone. The thought echoed in my mind like a cruel mantra.

Years of longing, of hoping, of praying for a child... All crushed in an instant. The doctor's words cut deep.

"Miscarriage... severe complications... risk to Shravani's life..." Each word a dagger to my heart. My mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of our loss. We'd dreamed of being parents, of building a family together.

Now, that dream lay shattered, like fragments of broken glass.And Shravani... Her life hung in the balance. I couldn't lose her. Not her, too. The thought sent a chill down my spine.

Panic gripped me, threatening to consume me whole. I felt helpless, powerless, unable to protect the people I loved most.

Memories flooded my mind - our struggles, our tears, our laughter... All leading to this moment. Loss.Desperation clawed at my chest, demanding answers. Why did this happen? Was it Dadi Saas's doing? I'll find out.

Vengeance burned within me, a raging fire that would not be extinguished. I'll make sure whoever responsible pays.

But for now... My focus on Shravani. Her fragile hand in mine, her life slipping away.No, please, God... Don't take her from me. I begged silently, my eyes pleading with a higher power.

Tears streamed down my face, a deluge of grief. For our unborn child. For Shravani. For our shattered dreams.

I remembered the day we discovered she couldn't bear children. The doctor's words - "High-risk pregnancy... life-threatening..."

We'd accepted it, moved on. But fate had other plans. And now... Our child, lost. Shravani's life, hanging by a thread. I'll do everything to save her. Everything.

I stumbled out of the hospital room, blinded by tears. The beeping machines and antiseptic smell suffocated me. I needed air, escape from the helpless feeling that gripped me.

As I walked, the hospital corridor stretched before me like a never-ending tunnel of despair. I found myself in the hospital's rooftop garden, alone and overwhelmed. The city skyline blurred before my eyes, and I collapsed onto a bench.

Tears streamed down my face, uncontrollable and unrelenting. I sobbed for Shravani, for our unborn child, and for our shattered dreams. Why did fate have to be so cruel? Why did she have to suffer?

Memories flooded my mind - Shravani's smile, her laughter, her eyes sparkling with hope. Now, her life hung in the balance, and our child was gone. The pain ravaged me like a storm, unstoppable and unyielding.

I wept for what could have been, for what should have been, for what would never be. Time lost meaning - minutes, hours, all blended together. I sat there, crying, alone, as the city lights twinkled below. But my world was dark, shrouded in grief.

How could fate be so cruel? We had prayed for a child, dreamed of being parents. Now, that dream lay shattered. And Shravani... her life slipped away. I couldn't lose her, not her too.

Vikram approached me, his footsteps quiet on the rooftop garden's pavement. His eyes, filled with concern, locked onto mine.

"Mihir bhaiya," he said softly, using the affectionate term for me. I didn't respond. Couldn't respond. Grief had rendered me speechless.

Vikram sat beside me, his shoulder touching mine. "Mihir bhaiya, I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking.

Shravani... she's more than a sister-in-law to him. She's his elder sister, his confidante, his guiding light.

Vikram's eyes welled up with tears.

"I feel so helpless, bhaiya," he admitted. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders.

"We'll get through this, Vikram," I said, trying to sound strong. But Vikram shook his head.

"No, bhaiya, you're not alone,"  he said." You've lost so much... Shravani bhabhi, the baby..."Vikram's voice broke.

"I can't imagine what you're going through," he whispered. I pulled him into a tight hug.

"My brother," I whispered. We held each other, tears streaming down our faces. For Shravani.For our lost child. For the shattered dreams.

Vikram pulled back. "Bhaiya, we'll find out who did this," he vowed. "And we'll make them pay," he promised. I nodded. Trusted Vikram. He'd stand by me. Always.

I smiled weakly. Thankful for my brother. My rock .My support.

We sat in silence for a moment. The city lights twinkling below. Our thoughts with Shravani. And our lost child.

"Mihir bhaiya?" Vikram whispered. "Yes?"

"What can I do?" Vikram asked. "Be with me," I said. "Support me."

Vikram nodded. "Always, bhaiya."

We hugged again. Brothers united. In grief. In determination.

"Mihir bhaiya?" Vikram asked ."Yes?"

"bhabhi... will she...?" Vikram's voice trembled. "We'll save her, Vikram," I reassured. "We have to." Vikram nodded.

"We will." Together. We'd fight.For Shravani. For justice.For our baby.

"Vikram?" I said."Yes?"

"Find out everything about Dadi Saas's movements," I instructed."And investigate anyone who might be involved. "Vikram nodded. "I'm on it, bhaiya. "I trusted Vikram. 

"mihir!! .... " ruchika came running ,

" vo shravani !! jaldi chalo "..

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