"Why didn't you choose me, Vir?" Nithya's voice was a whisper, but it echoed with the weight of every silent night, every unanswered question.Her eyes shimmered with tears she had buried for years.
"I chose you," she said, voice trembling.
Her gaze searched his face, looking for something-anything.
"But you..." Her breath hitched. "You chose only you, Viraj. Your career. Your silence."
Her voice broke, raw. "Was I not enough? Not good enough to be chosen by you?"
The world stilled. Her pain filled the space between them.
"I was a fool, Nithya..." Viraj's voice cracked. "I thought building a career would make me whole. I told myself it was for us-but I was scared. Scared your father would destroy everything I was building. Scared I wasn't enough."
He looked at her, tears in his eyes.
"I was a coward. I let fear win. And in doing so, I lost you."
He dropped to his knees.
"I'm not living, Nithya. Just surviving. Only you make me feel alive. Please... one chance. Let me prove I can still be the man you believed in. The one you deserve."
He held her hand, trembling.
"I'll choose you now. Over everything. Even over my own life."
Nithya had built a shell around her grief. In a family of doctors, she never felt enough. While they chased journals, she escaped into romance novels. But now, She drowns herself in studies-not out of passion, but to forget him.
Until he came back.
And now, all her calm began to unravel.
Would she risk it all for the love she once knew? Or hold on to the strength she'd fought so hard to become?
Viraj, raised by a single mother, dreamed only of becoming a great surgeon. Then came Nithya. With her, life felt lighter. Like home.
But between love and ambition, he chose ambition.
Years passed.
Until one ordinary day, he saw her again-and everything made sense.
Now they stood at a crossroads.
Had too much changed?
Or did their story deserve a second chance?
Sometimes, that's all love really needs.
-A beginning. Again.
He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze.
There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms.
His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained.
Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son.
As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched.
His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close.
He softly called her name.
Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears.
He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable.
He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first.
Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty.
And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.