"Yuvraj, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Don't do this."
"Get up," he ordered, his voice as cold as ice.
Tears streamed down my face. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't make me-"
"Step on the glass," he interrupted, his eyes burning wit...
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The doctor's words kept echoing in my mind. "A serious problem with your ovaries... kidney issues... additional scans." It felt like my entire world had crumbled in a matter of minutes. My dream of becoming a mother, of building something pure and joyful out of the chaos of my life, had been taken away in a heartbeat.
I clutched the prescription in my trembling hands as we walked out of the doctor's office. My chest felt tight, the air suffocating, and the weight of Yuvraj's presence beside me only made it worse. His hand brushed mine, as if he wanted to comfort me, but I couldn't bear to look at him.
I needed space.
The drive home was silent. I stared out the window, watching the world pass by in a blur. People on the streets looked so carefree, their lives moving forward, untouched by the storm raging inside me. It wasn't fair.
Back at the house, I walked straight to my room, closing the door softly behind me. The quiet was deafening. My legs gave out, and I sank onto the cold floor, my back pressed against the door as sobs wracked my body.
Why was this happening to me?
I thought about everything I'd endured-losing my parents, the abuse, the constant battle to reclaim a sense of self. And now this? I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to keep the pieces of me from shattering completely.
A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.
"Aisha," Yuvraj's voice called, muffled but close. "Can I come in?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't. I wasn't ready to face him.
"Aisha, please..." His voice cracked, and for the first time, I heard something I hadn't expected: vulnerability. "Let me in. I-I don't know how to do this without you."
His words hung in the air, but they didn't move me. Not this time.
I stood, wiping my tears, and opened the door just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were red-rimmed, his face etched with worry.
"Yuvraj," I said, my voice low but steady, "I need to be alone."
His jaw tightened, and I saw the pain flash across his face. But he nodded, stepping back. "Okay. But I'll be here if you need me."
I shut the door again, leaning against it as fresh tears spilled down my cheeks. I knew he meant well, but his presence was a reminder of everything I'd lost-everything we'd lost.
The house was eerily silent, as if the walls themselves mourned with me. I sat on the edge of my childhood bed, staring at the floor. Memories of my parents, of their warmth, of everything I had lost, played in my mind like a cruel movie.
Yuvraj's words echoed in my head.
"I'm sorry, Aisha. I know I don't deserve you, but I'll spend my whole life trying to make it right."
