
The hospital room is quiet except for the soft beep of the monitor. Y/N sits on the bed, a pillow propped behind her back, a soft blanket covering her legs. She looks much better than before, her face glowing with a bit of color after days of weakness
A small bowl of steaming khichdi rests in Tahir’s hand as he carefully scoops a spoonful, his eyes focused completely on her like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.







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