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Author's POV
Money can solve everything. It can silence the screams of hunger and water the seeds of power. It can make you feel heard, important, and above the rest of the world. It can buy anything, from diamonds of Dubai to robes made of threads of gold. It can do everything, from avenging tears of betrayal to wiping tears of helplessness. You name a luxury, money can buy it. In today's world, even emotional connections can be bought.
Except for the luxury of life.
Despite having an abundance of this asset, Dilraj Singh Dhaliwal stood outside the operating theatre, leaning against the wall, unable to heal his wife's misery. Tears refused to leave his eyes. Numbness consumed him as he stared at the blinking red light like a statue.
He couldn't move. Couldn't think about anything except her last painful smile. He didn't even want to think that it could be her last. He would die if something happened to her. For years, he had dreamed of a life with her, and now that he had her, destiny was snatching her away. Even the thought killed him.
Ugly thoughts flashed through his mind one after another, each leaving him grappling with guilt. If only he had charged his phone, his wife's hundreds of missed calls wouldn't have been ignored. He knew this game of blame was useless because even if he tried, he would never have been able to convince her out of her plan to meddle between an affair between him and death. He couldn't even ask to swap places with her because it meant insulting the love of his wife — insulting her bravery and her sacrifice.
He sighed. Breathing became difficult with every passing second, as the doctors had told him before the surgery that her condition was critical. The smell of medicines burned his lungs because his Mehar hated it. She wasn't here beside him to cutely scrunch her nose and say that aloud. She wasn't here. His hand felt empty, bereft of hers intertwined with it. No! He wouldn't think anything. She had to come back to him. She fucking had to.
