In the dimly lit room, a young man sat, his fingers gently caressing a photograph of his parents. The photo captured a moment of pure love and happiness, a time before everything had gone wrong. Beside it was another photo-this one of a girl from his childhood. The young man stared at it, lost in thought. His face was full of sorrow and regret, and the silence around him seemed to amplify his inner turmoil.
"I lost every reason to be happy," he murmured to himself, voice heavy with bitterness. "First, I had to live under a fake identity. Then I lost my father figure... I lost everyone I loved... and now, I have to live in another fake identity. The one I loved the most caused me so much pain. I will never forgive them. Never... ever."
His words hung in the air like a dark cloud, filled with anger and the rawness of betrayal. The scars of his past were fresh, and they continued to haunt him, no matter how much he tried to move on.
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Elsewhere in Udaipur, the Poddar household was alive with joy. Family members gathered around a baby, their laughter filling the air as they cooed over the little one. Everyone seemed so happy, but beneath the surface, there was an unmistakable tension.
Abhira Poddar, the mother of the child, sat nearby, holding her baby close to her chest. Her smile was perfect, but her mind was preoccupied. She looked around at the scene, her eyes lingering on her husband, Armaan, as he played with the baby. A thought gnawed at her-How lucky this child is to have a family like this. But as her gaze wandered upstairs, her smile faded. No one seems to care about the baby we lost. No one even talks about it.
She glanced back at Rohit , her brother-in-law, watching him with the baby, and a sense of unease filled her. How can he be so carefree? she thought. Is he really that happy? Or is he just pretending? Abhira's instincts told her something was off. He hasn't even shown a hint of sorrow for the child we lost. It's as if it never happened.
She couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. How can he just move on like this? she thought, feeling a deep sense of suspicion. Doesn't he miss our child? Is he really that unaffected? Or is he hiding something?
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Upstairs, Ruhi sat alone in her room, her eyes filled with unshed tears as she clutched a photo from her pregnancy. She traced her fingers along the edges, feeling a deep ache in her chest. The joy she once felt, the excitement of becoming a mother, seemed like a distant memory now. Her once swollen belly was now flat and empty.
Why, God? Why me? Ruhi silently pleaded. First, you took my papa from me. Then, Mathasree and Poppy... Abhir... and now my baby. What did I do to deserve this? Her sobs grew louder as she held the photo tighter, as if it could bring back the life she had lost. No one cares about me, she thought bitterly. Not even Rohit. She had hoped that her husband would be the one to comfort her, to help her through this pain, but instead, he seemed distant, his actions betraying a lack of empathy that cut deeper than the loss itself.
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Downstairs, Rohit continued to play with the baby, his face a picture of joy and contentment. He smiled as the child giggled, and it seemed as though nothing could ruin the happiness of the moment. But deep inside, something felt off. Abhira watched him from the corner of the room, a feeling of suspicion creeping over her. How is he so unaffected? she wondered. Doesn't he care at all about the baby we lost?
Rohit was so calm, so composed, as if the tragedy had never even happened. To the outside world, he appeared like the perfect father, the perfect husband. But Abhira's instincts told her that he was hiding something.
She couldn't understand how he could be so happy, so normal. Is he pretending? she thought, her mind racing. Is he faking this joy to hide the truth? The thought that he might have been involved in something deeper, something darker, consumed her. But she had no proof, just a gut feeling that she couldn't ignore.
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Meanwhile, Ruhi's mind was in turmoil. She couldn't understand why Rohit was so distant, why he acted as if their baby's death didn't matter. As she stared at the empty space in her heart and in her life, she wondered if the man she married was the same one she once loved. The emotional distance between them had grown, and every day she felt more alone.
Why doesn't he care about me? she thought. Why doesn't he mourn the way I do?
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