Seated on the terrace floor, back against the wall, Manik's thoughts spiraled into the wreckage that the day had thrust upon his life.
Caught between two treasures, one embodying life's essence and the other signifying their love, the decision loomed dauntingly over him.
In this crucible of choices, he faced the relentless demand on the made decision, a choice that held the power to reshape his destiny.
After spending five years apart and relishing three months of marital bliss, Manik believed the fear of solitude had vanished. However, it returned dramatically.
"The pregnancy test reveals Mrs. Malhotra is four weeks pregnant."
Anticipating this news with eagerness, the joy on Manik and Nandini's faces concealed an impending aftermath.
"But there's a concern - the baby might not survive. Mrs. Malhotra's womb appears too weak to sustain the fetus."
"What-"
"-Mr. Malhotra, after reviewing Mrs. Malhotra's past report, I suggest abortion is the best option because delaying might cost you your wife's life."
"No!" Nandini whispered, her eyes misty as she shook her head in denial. "Abortion shouldn't be an option."
"Nandini-"
"Manik," turning her teary gaze at him, eyes hopeful, she gripped his arm. "There has to be another way."
"I'm afraid there is no other option," came the sympathetic advice of the doctor.
Manik's heart thudded in dilemma, Nandini's nails digging into his arm as they sat in the doctor's chamber.
Sheetal anxiously anticipated, her morning's glimmer of positive news amplifying the tumult within their home.
In the kitchen, Sheetal busily crafted sweets, while distracted Meera sat outside, chopping dry fruits.
An insolent figure sat before her, hurling chopped cashews with a smirk as Meera clutched her slipping dupatta.
"Quit wasting food, Fatehpuria," Meera snapped, her patience tested by his persistence.
"Answer my question and I'll stop." A knife entered his field of vision as he now aimed at her dupatta.
"Eyes up here!" The knife gripped between her fingers tempted Krish with questionable thoughts.
His smirk held firm as Meera spoke, "Let me be clear, Krish. My bhaiya disapproves of you-"
"-as if I need his approval," he snorted.
"-and your arrogance. So, refrain from acting haughty around him," Meera concluded, her eyes fluttering under his intense gaze, unsettling for her.
"All those heart eyes and confessions were just fleeting moments?"
"What if they were...mere passing thoughts?" Her question provoked a reaction from him as he snapped a cashew in half, her eyes scrutinizing his demeanor.
"Then you'd be nothing more than an attention seeker to me. Feeling remotely guilty for sympathizing with you would be a waste of time."
A chuckle escaped her lips as she shook her head, returning to chopping until a barrage of cashews was aimed at her.
"What's wrong with you-"
"-Answer me!"
"What?"
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MaNan ff: Tera Ban Gya ✔
Fanfiction; A Sequel To Tera Ban Jaunga; She is a girl who once dreamt of a fairytale. She is a girl who once yearned to be loved. She is a girl who once devoted her heart to only one man. She is Nandini Manik Malhotra who is now loved and worshipped like nob...
