Even after my continuous denial, Diya was adamant to accompany me to the hospital. I hadn't missed a single day of my monthly check-up not after the doctor had mentioned my health condition would affect the baby within me. According to the doctor, my womb couldn't withhold the child. They even suggested going with abortion as an option.
I couldn't make myself kill the only sign I was surviving for. I couldn't kill such an innocent soul. The only sign of Mayur's existence, his love. With an accelerating heart, I took a step into a very familiar yet distant building.
Whatever I am, whoever I am, is due to the readers who read this book. Your support has been a great source of strength on my hard days. I feel valued, capable, and talented because of the constant support you all have showered on me. I am nothing without you. You're my extended family. Thanks for always supporting me... Sanjh
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