She was his junior, and he was her senior. She admired him in secret, while he remained completely unaware of her existence. She prayed to marry him and he prayed to marry another woman. She loved him wholeheartedly, and he did too-but he loved someone else. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 It was a hospital. As usual, there were many accident cases. A man's body, covered in blood from multiple injuries, lay on a stretcher. "Nurse, get the patient's details and contact his family, quickly.", the doctor said. Zoya, who was passing by with her equipment, noticed the commotion. "Another accident case," she thought, feeling sympathy for the person. "Ya Allah, please save him," she prayed. As she was about to leave, her gaze fell on the person lying on the stretcher. She froze, recognizing him, unconscious and covered in blood. "Shaan?" "Ma'am, none of his family members are answering the call," the nurse informed the doctor. Hearing this, Zoya felt tears streaming down her face as she looked at him. She stepped forward. "Ma'am, what happened to him? Please, treat him quickly," she pleaded to the doctor. "And who are you to him, miss?" the doctor asked. Zoya hesitated. "His... friend," she replied. Zoya is a Microbiology student currently pursuing her PhD at Aurobindo College and Hospital. She completed her undergraduate and postgraduate studies at SSR College. An introvert with very few friends, she rarely speaks and has little interest in boys. She loves spending time in the library-a true representation of a typical "nerd." Shaan, on the other hand, is a software engineer who completed his M.Tech at SSR College. He is an ambivert with a small circle of friends. While he speaks little around strangers, he opens up and talks a lot, once comfortable. He loves attending parties and would go to any extent to prove his love-a classic example of a charismatic yet reserved personality.
Ashes and Shadows (Sequel of Love & Hatred)
After discovering she was pregnant with her late husband’s child, Shrika decided to keep the baby. She was determined to raise the child with love and care, envisioning a future filled with promise. Leaving behind the painful memories of Dev and the suffering he caused, she devoted herself entirely to her unborn child, finding a new sense of purpose in their life together. Twenty-five years later... "Jai, don’t repeat the mistake your father made,” Shrika said, her fists clenched tightly. Jai frowned in confusion. “What mistake did Dad make?” “This... whatever you’re doing to Aaksha,” she replied, her voice shaking with emotion. Jai stared at her, still confused, then suddenly burst out laughing. “Mom, what are you even saying? Are you telling me Dad loved someone so much he brought her home and—" He stopped mid-sentence as the meaning behind her words began to sink in. The realization hit him like a tidal wave. “That woman... it was you, wasn’t it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Shrika looked down, silent, as tears rolled down her cheeks.
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