Kashi Vishwanath: Two Eclipsed Hearts 💕

CHAPTER 70: "A JOURNEY TO REMEMBER"

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3 months later.......

Two and a half months had passed and life felt gentle again. The storms had quietened, wounds had begun to heal and the people who once thought happiness was a distant dream finally felt its warmth settling back into their lives.

Anjali's parents, Rajbir and Kalyani finally slept peacefully at night, their daughter safe, recovering, and surrounded by people who cherished her. Viraj, too, was at ease, his house alive again with the soft laughter of his chotti. Even his wife and children clung to Anjali every chance they got, after so many years of separation, they were unwilling to let go again. Veda, especially, never left her side, always hopping around her bua (aunt) with pure joy. And then came the biggest blessing of all, a perfect kidney donor match was finally found.

Vishwanath and Rajbir had pulled every string, activated every contact all over India, and the moment a match appeared, arrangements were made with the finest transplant surgeon in India. Not surprising, when the patient was connected to two of the nation's most powerful families, excellence was the bare minimum.

The surgery was a success. Even days later, there were no signs of graft rejection. Anjali's every steady breath brought relief. And nobody felt that relief more deeply than Kashi. She had prayed for this, cried for this and lived for this.

And finally, the universe answered. Her mother was healing. Her body was recovering, slowly filling with strength instead of suffering, peace instead of pain. It seemed as if every torment Anjali had endured was melting away, leaving room only for warmth and hope.

Rajbir had hired one of India's best physiotherapists, someone who worked with athletes and surgical patients alike. Under their careful guidance, Anjali, who for months could not even stand, was now able to rise to her feet. Not walk yet, but stand and take two or three small steps. And that alone felt like a victory.

Anjali had permanently shifted to her parents and brother's home, where she felt comfortable, safe, surrounded by people who adored her. Kashi had felt a pinch of sadness at that decision, but Anjali had gently explained that she didn't want to feel like a burden in her daughter's new home.

Of course, Vishwanath had immediately disagreed. "You can never be a burden to us Maa" he had said with such firmness that even Rajbir had been touched. "You are as precious to me as any other member of my family." Vishwanath added.

Though Anjali had insisted, but after consistent persuasion from both Kashi and Vishwanath, she agreed to spend time in both homes. Enough to keep both sides of the family content.

Rajbir and Kalyani often whispered among themselves about how fortunate Anjali was to have a son-in-law like Vishwanath. In today's world, it was rare to find a man who not only loved his wife but also respected and cared for her parents with such sincerity.

Just a few days earlier, Raksha Bandhan had washed the entire family in a wave of emotion. After twenty-two long years, Anjali tied a rakhi on her brother Viraj's wrist. The moment felt sacred, like destiny itself had retied the broken thread of their sibling bond.