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A Second Chance at Happiness : Chapter 5

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  The hospital corridor smelled faintly of antiseptic and early morning stillness. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, painting soft golden lines across the white floor. Arnav sat beside Khushi's bed, carefully adjusting her blanket. "Arnavji," she murmured, "I'm not made of glass." He shot her a look. "You got yourself admitted for a few week now, Khushi. So yes, for now, you are." Anjali stood a little distance away, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she watched them—this effortless comfort, this unspoken love. It warmed her heart, yet somewhere deep inside, a small ache lingered.  When Anuj dropped her home yesterday night , Mukku suggested they will come and pick her up in the morning. But she made an excuse of going early morning as she wanted to visit the temple also. She doesn't want to be close to him. She cannot trust her heart when she is close to The Anuj Kapadia.  So she left early in the morning, visited temple. Prayed ...

There will never be another you : Chapter 19

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  The room felt too large for two people who barely knew how to exist in the same space. Anjali stood near the edge of the bed, fingers nervously twisting the end of her dupatta. Shivaay was by the window, pretending to be deeply invested in the view outside—though it was just darkness and the faint glow of streetlights. Neither spoke for a long moment. "So..." Anjali finally said, her voice soft but cutting through the silence like a hesitant knock. "This is... our room." Shivaay turned slightly, clearing his throat. "Yes. It is." Another silence. Thicker this time. His eyes briefly flickered toward the bed and then away, as if even acknowledging it was too much. Anjali noticed. Of course she did. "I can take the couch," he said quickly, almost too quickly. "It's fine." Anjali blinked. "The couch is... tiny." "I've slept in worse places," he replied, a little defensive, like he needed to prove something. She...