(Book 1 of The SILVER CIRCLE series)
Title: The Veiled Hearts: Where Trust was first Cut
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📞VANYA (whispering, panicked): "Bhabhi, I’m scared... What if our doubts turn into reality?"
📞SWATI(teasing): "Then it’ll be amazing news!"
📞VANYA(snapping): "No, it won’t. Yash and I never really even talked about this... And there’s a big project launch for the company in two months!"
📞SWATI: "Do you really think Yash will care more about projects than this kind of news?"
📞VANYA: "It’s not about him caring. But he once said…We’re too young for this."
📞SWATI(sighing): "Vanya, just go inside and confirm it. I’m 99% sure and so are u . We just need that 1% assurance."
📞VANYA (hesitant, with a saddened face): "Okay… but keep your phone close. I might call anytime."
📞SWATI: "I’m here, Vannu. Always."
Vanya slipped her phone into her purse, her fingers trembling slightly. Taking a deep breath, she glanced up and found herself standing outside the towering facade of a private hospital. Her heart pounded louder with every step closer.
Adjusting the surgical mask over her face, she pulled her scarf tighter, determined to stay anonymous. The last thing she needed was to be recognized as the Singhania daughter-in-law—standing outside a hospital that wasn’t part of the prestigious Singhania Enterprises network.
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She could already imagine the headlines if anyone noticed: “Scandal: Singhania Bahu Chooses Competitor’s Hospital!” The fallout would be brutal—another storm for Yash to handle, and more scolding from Aarav and Dadi. She wasn’t ready to explain her presence here, not to the family and definitely not to the press.
Gathering her courage, Vanya took a step inside the hospital, her mind swirling with unanswered questions.
Vanya sat quietly on the cold metal bench outside the gynecologist’s office, feeling more alone than ever, despite being surrounded by other women. Most of them sat with their husbands, their hands intertwined, offering support and reassurance. Vanya avoided their glances, her fingers anxiously scratching at the fabric of her kurta while her toes tapped an erratic rhythm on the tiled floor.
