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✦ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞✦

Hello, lovely readers! 💞💞

Welcome to my new journey, **Ardhaang: The Man He Never Chose**.

This story is very close to my heart. It is a tale of grief, silent love, healing, family, and the promises that change lives forever.

I hope you'll laugh, cry, and fall in love with these characters just as I did while writing them.

Thank you for giving this story a chance.

Happy Reading! ✨

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SENCE - 1

The rhythmic beep... beep... beep... of the heart monitor echoed through the silent hospital room.

A young woman lay weakly on the hospital bed, her face pale as life slowly slipped away.

Beside her, a newborn baby girl slept peacefully in her tiny crib, unaware that she had just entered a world where she would never know her mother's touch.

A man sat beside the bed, tightly holding her hand. Tears streamed down his face as he pleaded,

"Pl-please... Tara... mujhe chhod kar mat jao... please..."

With the little strength she had left, she gently held his hand and gave him a faint smile.

"Maan... mera waqt aa gaya hai... ab mujhe jaana hoga."

He shook his head desperately.

"Nahi... tum mujhe chhod kar nahi jaa sakti. Humari beti ko dekho... Aayra ko tumhari zarurat hai... mujhe tumhari zarurat hai."

A tear rolled down her cheek.

"Mujhe maaf kar dena..."

Her fingers slowly slipped from his hand.

The heart monitor turned into one long, continuous sound.

Beeeeeeeeeeep...

She was gone.

For a few seconds, the room fell silent.

Then...

"TARAAAAAAAAAAA!"

His heartbreaking scream echoed through the hospital corridors.

Outside the room, another man leaned against the wall. Tears silently rolled down his face as he closed his eyes.

He had just lost his twin sister.

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SENCE - 2

The bedroom was silent.

A large framed photograph of Niyatara hung on the wall facing the bed, her smile forever frozen in time.

On the bed, little Aayra slept peacefully, hugging her soft toys.

Beside her sat Aryaman, watching the baby with gentle eyes and a faint smile on his face.

The bedroom door slowly opened.

Maanveer walked inside.

His expression was as cold and lifeless as a winter night.

The moment Aryaman noticed him, he quietly stood up and lowered his gaze.

Maanveer glanced at Aayra before asking in a calm voice,

"Aayra so gayi?"

Aryaman simply nodded.

"Ji."

Silence filled the room once again.

After a few moments, Maanveer finally spoke without looking at him.

"Mujhe umeed hai... tum is rishte ki wajah kabhi nahi bhoologe."

Aryaman's fingers tightened into a fist before he answered softly,

"Ji."

Another heavy silence settled between them.

Only Aayra's peaceful breathing echoed through the room.

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That's it for today, lovely readers! 🌸💓

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter.

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Thank you for being part of this journey.

See you in the next chapter! ✨