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"Just tell me he is alive. Please... please, I beg you!" Avantika screamed, her fingers tightening around Shashwat's collar, desperation turning her voice raw.

"Bhabhi-" Shashwat's breath hitched, his throat constricting at the sight before him.

Everyone looked at her with worry. Pakhi was sobbing, her cries echoing through the room, while Anjali held her tightly, whispering words of comfort that neither of them truly believed.

Shashwat lowered his gaze. "I'm so sorry..." he muttered, guilt thick in his voice.

Avantika's grip on his collar tightened. "No!" she sobbed, shaking her head violently. "No, don't say that! Please... I will die-mai mar jaungi! Just bring him back!" Her knees buckled, and she collapsed against Shashwat, clutching his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her standing.

"Shashwat, please!" she begged, her voice shattering. "Unhe bula dijiye... warna mai mar jaungi! I can't-I can't do this without him!"

Shashwat swallowed hard, looking away, his own eyes glistening. "Bhabhi, please sambhaliye apne aap ko..."

"How?!" she screamed, pushing him back. "How do I stay strong when you all are telling me he's gone?! He promised! He promised he wouldn't leave me!"

Dev turned away, biting his fist to suppress his own emotions. Anjali closed her eyes, her hands tightening around Pakhi's trembling frame.

Shashwat took a deep breath, his heart breaking at the sight of her. "Bhabhi... we tried-"

"Try harder!" Avantika interrupted, gripping his arms. "Tell me he's coming back! Tell me this is a nightmare! Tell me I won't wake up alone!"

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Husn

She was shattered, but he pieced her back together with his love.

He was exhausted by life, but she breathed life back into him.

What happens when two wounded souls are forced to share a life? Will she ever be able to love him? Will he be able to heal her scars and make her forget the past?

To find out, read Husn-a story of love, healing, and fate.