Last Part- 10/02/2024"Fading Vows: The Unexpected Chapter" - Page 2

Hey guys, hope your well. Thank you so much for everyone who who enjoyed the first part. Just a question out of curiosity are you guys shipping Veerat or Kerry? I know that my story is based on Keerat and Garry but i have always liked Veer and Keerat as they are cute. I will eventually get used to Keerat and Garry if they are the endgame but i don't know why they completely ruined Veer's character. They could have shown him going in the wrong path without completely ruining him...

Hospital:

As the doctor delivered the news, a collective sigh of relief swept through the room, but it was quickly replaced by a heavy silence. The doctor's words offered a fragile thread of hope, revealing that Keerat was now out of immediate danger. However, this respite was accompanied by a solemn reminder of the gravity of Keerat's condition, casting a shadow over the family's emotions.

"The good news is that Keerat is now out of danger," the doctor announced, his words providing a glimmer of optimism. "But, I must stress, her journey to recovery is far from over. Keerat will need substantial family support to navigate through the challenges that lie ahead."

A mixture of relief and concern painted the faces in the room. The doctor continued, addressing the delicate nature of Keerat's pregnancy. "While she has crossed a crucial hurdle, we cannot ignore the fact that her pregnancy is still at risk. It will require careful monitoring and additional measures to ensure both her well-being and that of the unborn child."

The room fell into a thoughtful silence as the weight of the situation settled upon them. The family understood that the road ahead would demand strength, resilience, and a united front. Keerat's well-being hung delicately in the balance, and the doctor's words served as a reminder that their unwavering support would be crucial in overcoming the challenges that lay ahead.

Ajit and Santosh, though grateful for the stability, couldn't shake the profound sadness that gripped their hearts. Their daughter ,once full of life and dreams, now hung in the balance between existence and the unknown. They clung to each other, their tears reflecting the deep pain of a parent witnessing their child's struggle.

Santosh (voice breaking): We can't lose our Keerat, Ajit. We just can't.

Ajit, his eyes reflecting the same fear, held onto his wife, the weight of their shared grief palpable.

Sahiba, though relieved at the news, continued to weep, the fear and shock of almost losing her sister leaving an indelible mark. Angad, maintaining his supportive stance, gently wiped away her tears, knowing that the road to recovery would be arduous.

Sahiba (choked up): Angad, I never imagined...Keerat... why did she tell me, or talk to me?

Angad (softly): We'll find the answers, Sahiba. Right now, let's focus on helping her pull through.

Garry, still immersed in his prayers, felt a mix of emotions – relief, gratitude, and an undercurrent of guilt. He couldn't shake the feeling that he should have noticed Keerat's pain earlier, that he should have been there for her in ways beyond their growing friendship.

Garry (whispering): Keerat, I promise I'll be there for you, no matter what it takes. Please, fight through this.

The hospital waiting room became a canvas of emotions, with threads of hope interwoven with the raw pain of Keerat's ordeal. Each family member grappled with their own guilt, fear, and determination to support Keerat on the path to recovery.

As the family gathered, united by a shared commitment to Keerat's well-being, the doctor continued to explain the treatment plan and the importance of addressing the underlying issues. The journey ahead was uncertain, but in that moment, they found strength in each other and the shared hope for Keerat's resilience.

Brar Mansion:

In a strategic move fuelled by a desire for justice, Daarthji decided to take matters into his own hands regarding Veer's reprehensible actions. Knowing the significant financial and influential status of the Brar family, he was aware that a direct confrontation might lead to interference and manipulation. Instead, he opted for a discreet approach, ensuring that the media wouldn't catch wind of the legal proceedings to maintain the family's privacy.

Daarthji, armed with evidence and legal support, orchestrated the arrest of Veer and Sasha. The charges were serious, and the legal system began its due process. However, recognizing the potential hurdlesposed by the Brar family's influence, Daarthji subtly communicated to the police the need for discretion.

In a private meeting, Daarthji emphasized the sensitivity of the case, urging the police to handle it with utmost confidentiality. He hinted at the potential interference from powerful figures and the importance of ensuring a fair trial without succumbing to external pressures.

Daarthji: (assertively) I understand the gravity of the charges, and I trust that you will carry out a thorough investigation. However,I must stress the need for discretion. This is a delicate matter involving influential individuals, and we wouldn't want unnecessary attention from the media. Let the legal process unfold without external interference.

The police, recognizing Daarthji's own standing in society and the weight of the case, acknowledged his concerns. Akaal SinghBrar's influence did play a role, but it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for powerful figures to exert pressure in legal matters. The police, while maintaining the integrity of the investigation, ensured that media attention was kept at bay.

As the legal proceedings continued, Daarthji's strategic approach aimed to navigate the complexities of the situation while seeking justice for Keerat. The courtroom became the battleground where the truth would be unveiled, regardless of the power dynamics at play.

Hospital:

Gurleen, Veer's mother, found herself at a crossroads of emotions and moral dilemmas. The revelation of Veer's heinous actions and the subsequent consequences had left her grappling with a myriad of feelings. As a mother, witnessing the downfall of her son was heart-wrenching, but the depth of the betrayal and the consequences of Veer's actions demanded her attention.

Amidst the turmoil, Gurleen faced a crucial decision regarding Keerat's pregnancy. Despite the circumstances surrounding the conception, she couldn't deny the impending reality of a life growing within Keerat.

In the midst of the chaos, Gurleen's thoughts swirled with conflicting emotions. She recognized the societal stigma that might surround an unwed mother, especially within their community. However, beneath the surface, her maternal instincts and a sense of responsibility towards the unborn child began to emerge.

Gurleen:(reflective) This situation is complex, and it brings great shame to our family. But, at the same time, that child is innocent. It's my grandchild, regardless of the circumstances. What kind of grandmother would I be if I turned my back on an innocent life?

Manveer, her sister-in-law and a pillar of strength in the family, approached, sensing Gurleen's inner turmoil.

Manveer: Gurleen, this is an unimaginably difficult time for all of us.

Gurleen nodded, her gaze fixed on the floor, hesitant to voice the conflicting thoughts that clouded her mind.

Manveer: (softly) Gurleen, we need to support Keerat, but I see the struggle in your eyes. What's bothering you?

Gurleen took a deep breath before finally letting the words escape.

Gurleen: Manveer, it's not just Keerat's health. It's this child, my grandchild. What if Keerat can't raise it?

Manveer, understanding the weight of societal expectations, sat beside Gurleen and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

Manveer: Gurleen, right now, Keerat's health is the priority.

Gurleen: (whispering) What if she can't raise the child? What will we do?

Manveer's eyes reflected compassion as she replied, her words laced with a soothing reassurance.

Manveer: Gurleen, if it comes to that, we'll face it together. Our family's strength lies in unity, and we'll find a way to navigate through the judgments.

As they waited anxiously for updates on Keerat, Manveer and Gurleen found solace in each other's company, their shared understanding transcending the societal expectations that loomed overhead. The road ahead was uncertain, but their bond of sisterhood would serve as an anchor, guiding them through the storm that threatened to shake the very foundations of their family.

In the sterile, hushed halls of the hospital, the family waited anxiously for updates on Keerat's condition. The doctor emerged from the room, a measured expression on their face.

Doctor: The initial crisis has been averted, but Keerat needs time to recover. One person can go in to speak with her briefly.

Seerat, driven by selfishness and consumed by jealousy towards Sahiba immediately spoke up.

Seerat: I'll go in.

Garry, however, interjected gently, his concern evident.

Garry: Seerat, I appreciate your concern, but I think Sahiba Bhabhi should go. She and Keerat share a closer bond.

Seerat, acknowledging Garry's point, looked at Sahibawith a nod of agreement.

Seerat: He's right. You should go, Sahiba.

Sahiba, her eyes still swollen from tears, hesitated for a moment but then nodded, appreciating the trust placed in her by both Garry and Seerat.

Sahiba: Alright. I'll go and talk to her.

As Sahiba prepared to enter Keerat's room, Angad could sense the mix of emotions in her eyes – concern, fear, and a deep desire to provide comfort to her sister. He gently approached her, offering a reassuring presence.

Angad: Sahiba, I know this is difficult for you. Keerat needs your strength right now, and you have more of it than you realize.

Sahiba, looking into Angad's eyes, nodded slightly,grateful for his words.

Sahiba: I just want to help her, Angad. I don't know ifI can find the right words.

Angad: You don't always need the right words.Sometimes, just being there speaks volumes. Keerat knows you're here for her,and that means everything.

He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Angad: Go in there, Sahiba. You're her sister, and youhave a way of bringing light into her darkest moments. She needs that now.

Encouraged by Angad's words, Sahiba took a deep breath and entered Keerat's room, ready to offer the solace that only sisters could share. Angad, standing in the hallway, silently sent a prayer for strength and healing to envelop both the sisters in the challenging moments that lay ahead.

Inside the room, the doctors, aware of the emotional support Keerat needed, spoke to Sahiba.

Doctor: Sahiba, we understand the importance of emotional support. You can have a private conversation with Keerat. Also, if some family members want to follow, there's another entrance where they can listen without disturbing the conversation.

Sahiba nodded in acknowledgment, appreciating the consideration. As she stepped into the room, the door slightly ajar for the family members listening from the adjacent entrance, Sahiba focused on being the source of comfort Keerat needed in that vulnerable moment.

In the hushed confines of the hospital room, Sahiba entered, her heart heavy with a mix of concern and affection for her sister. Keerat sat on the bed, her gaze fixed on the floor, seemingly avoiding any form of connection. Sahiba took a deep breath, then gently sat beside Keerat ,holding her hands.

Sahiba: (softly) Keerat, look at me. We need to talk.

Keerat remained silent, her eyes still avoiding Sahiba's.

Sahiba: (tenderly) You're not alone in this, Keerat. We all love you, and we value you more than you can imagine.

Keerat's eyes welled up with tears, but she continued to avoid eye contact. Sahiba persisted, her grip on Keerat's hands tightening.

Sahiba: (whispering) Why did you do this, Keerat? Why did you take so many pills? You could have come and spoke to me and tell me whatever you went through.

Keerat, with a voice strained by tears, finally spoke.

Keerat: (brokenly) Why didn't I die? I took three whole aspirin bottles.

Sahiba, fighting back her own tears, spoke with a gentle strength.

Sahiba: (compassionately) Because there are so many people who love you, Keerat. I love you. Our family loves you. You mean the world to us.

Keerat, her vulnerability laid bare, uttered words that pierced through the room, reaching the ears of those who listened from the other door.

Keerat: (anguished) Di, I loved Veer with all my heart.Why did he do this to me?

In the back room, where the rest of the family waited with bated breath, these words struck like a painful revelation. The collective heartbreak echoed in their silent reactions, realizing the depth of Keerat's feelings and the profound impact of Veer's betrayal. The room, now laden with emotions, witnessed a raw and painful truth unraveling in the midst of a hospital's sterile walls.

Sahiba, with a deep sense of understanding, responded to Keerat's anguished revelation.

Sahiba: (softly) Keerat, what Veer did was unforgivable, and I can't even begin to comprehend the pain you're going through. But your life has so much more to offer, beyond this betrayal.

Keerat, still grappling with the weight of her emotions, looked into Sahiba's eyes, a mix of despair and longing.

Keerat: (whispering) Di, after Veer did what he did tome, I felt like killing myself then and there. But Mummy and Papa's face kept flashing in front of my head. How would they face society? They were so happy with me getting married to Veer. Even I thought that I am supposed to marry him. I love him, and I thought I could forgive him. But on the wedding day, he eloped…

Sahiba: (compassionately) I know, Keerat. Sometimes ,people we trust betray us, and it's devastating. But your worth isn't defined by someone else's actions. You're strong, and we will get through this together.

Keerat's tears flowed freely as Sahiba continued toprovide a comforting presence.

Sahiba: (gently) We all have your back, Keerat. Your pain is our pain, and your joy is our joy. Let us help you heal.

Keerat, amid the darkness of her emotions, found aglimmer of solace in Sahiba's words. The room, where the family listened intently, felt a shared determination to support Keerat on her journey to recovery.

Meanwhile, in the back room, Garry, Angad, Seerat, and the rest of the family exchanged somber glances, the weight of the situation sinking in. Each word uttered in the conversation between Sahiba and Keerat carried a profound significance, emphasizing the importance of family bonds during moments of despair.

Sahiba's heartfelt words carried a mix of nostalgia,sisterly love, and a profound understanding of Keerat's role in the family andthe community. As she held Keerat's hands, Sahiba continued, her voice acomforting presence in the room.

Sahiba: Keerat, we might not have a brother by blood, but you've been that protective force for Seerat Di and me since the day you came into our lives. I remember the joy we felt when you were born – our little sister who, in many ways, became the brother we never had. You've been the pillar of strength for everyone in Shimplapuri. People come to you because they know you stand for justice and what's right. Now, it's time to do what's right for yourself, both mentally and physically. No matter what, we're here for you ,just as you've always been there for us.

Keerat, still avoiding eye contact, listened to Sahiba's words, the weight of her emotions evident in the silence that followed. Sahiba, aware of the difficult journey ahead, squeezed Keerat's hands gently, reinforcing the unwavering support that surrounded her. The room echoed with the sincerity of Sahiba's pledge, creating a fragile yet essential bridge between the pain of the present and the hope for a healing future.

In the hospital waiting room, as the echoes of Sahiba and Keerat's conversation lingered in the air, Ajit and Santosh sat side by side, their faces etched with the lines of worry and heartbreak. The weight of their youngest daughter's pain and the revelation she held secret tugged at their hearts.

Ajit, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, spoke with a trembling voice.

Ajit: (whispering) Santosh, how could she bear such a burden alone? Our Keerat, she... she hid so much from us.

Santosh, her tears flowing freely, could only shake her head in disbelief.

Santosh: I thought we knew her so well, Ajit. How did we miss this? How did we not see her pain?

Angad, who had been a pillar of support for Sahiba, approached Ajit and Santosh, understanding the depth of their sorrow.

Angad: Mummy Ji, Papa Ji, Keerat is strong, but sometimes even the strongest need time to share their struggles. She might have thought she was protecting us from the pain.

Santosh, wiping away her tears, looked at Angad with a mix of gratitude and anguish.

Santosh: But look at what she had to endure alone. Our poor Keerat.

Angad, placing a comforting hand on Ajit's shoulder,spoke with gentle reassurance.

Angad: We'll get through this together. Keerat needs our support now more than ever. She's not alone anymore, and we'll help her heal.

Ajit nodded, his face heavy with the weight of parental concern.

Ajit: We failed to protect her from this pain, Angad. Now, all we can do is be there for her.

As the family grappled with the aftermath of Keerat's revelations, the waiting room transformed into a space of shared sorrow and determination. The road to recovery would be long and challenging, but united by love and commitment, they were ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Hospital Waiting Room:

Garry sat in a corner, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Jasleen, his mother, approached him, concern etched on her face.

Jasleen: Garry, puttar, how are you holding up?

Garry, looking up with tired eyes, managed a weak smile.

Garry: Mum, I... I don't know. Keerat, she means a lot to me. I can’t afford to lose her

Jasleen, sitting beside him, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Jasleen: I can see that, beta. It's not easy to see someone you care about go through such pain.

Garry, his guard down, sighed.

Garry: I feel guilty, Ma. Guilty that I didn't notice her pain earlier. We were friends, and yet...

Jasleen (softly): Sometimes, it's hard to see what others are going through, especially when they hide it so well. You're a good friend, Garry.

Garry: (reflective) I just wish I could have done something sooner.

Jasleen: You're doing your best now, .That matters. We're all here for Keerat.

Garry: (hesitant) Ma, do you think I should have known ? I mean, we talk about everything.

Jasleen: (compassionate) Garry, don't blame yourself. People can be really good at hiding their pain. Keerat may not have wanted you to worry or been comfortable sharing. It’s a big thing that happened to her

Garry: (thoughtful) It just feels like there's so much going on in everyone's life, and I didn't even see it.

Jasleen: (smiling sadly) Life has a way of throwing challenges at us when we least expect it. We can only do our best to support each other.

Garry: Mum, I've been thinking about something. Keerat needs a change, a fresh start away from Brar Mansion and all those memories tied to Veer. I was considering moving out, finding a new place for both of us.

Jasleen (proudly): Oh, Garry, that sounds like a wise decision. A change of environment can do wonders.

Garry: I thought it might help her heal. And, Mum, I'd love for you to come with us if you want. It's important for Keerat to have a support system around her.

Jasleen smiled, touched by Garry's consideration.

Jasleen: Of course, puttar I'll be there for both of you. We'll face this together, as a family.

Garry, with a heavy heart, decided to confide in his mother about the depths of Keerat's pain.

Garry: Mum, there's something else I need to share. Keerat found out she's pregnant, and that revelation led her to take such a drastic step. I'm worried about her, especially now that she's carrying Veer's child. It's a complicated situation, and I don't know what she'll decide.

Jasleen, concerned for both Keerat and Garry, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Jasleen: Beta, we'll navigate through this together. Keerat needs our support now more than ever. Whatever decision she makes, we'll be there for her. And for you too.

Gurleen, overhearing Garry's conversation with his mother, became increasingly restless. The mention of Keerat's pregnancy stirred conflicting emotions within her, and the prospect of Keerat considering an abortion weighed heavily on her mind.

Gurleen (anxiously): Garry, having a baby is a blessing. I understand the complexities, but consider the life growing within Keerat. It's our grandchild. I hope she chooses to give birth. It would be a ray of hope amid all this darkness.

Garry, torn between the emotional turmoil surrounding Keerat and the differing opinions within the family, struggled to find the right words to comfort his mother.

Garry (softly): Mum, I know it's complicated. Keerat's well-being is my priority, and I want to support her in the best way possible. Let's give her the space she needs to make the decision that's right for her.

As the family grappled with the complexities of Keerat's situation, differing perspectives and personal convictions added another layer of tension to an already delicate situation.

In the hushed corridors of the hospital, the days lingered with a palpable tension as Keerat underwent counselling, her fragile emotional state necessitating a prolonged stay. The weight of recent events manifested in the difficulty she faced in making eye contact with family members. Only a select few had entered her world during this time of vulnerability.

Among those allowed into Keerat's cocoon of healing were Sahiba, Seerat, Angad, her parents, Garry, and Jasleen. These chosen individuals formed a support network, their presence a testament to the bonds that transcended words. Each visit held a silent promise of understanding and solidarity, a quiet commitment to stand by Keerat's side as she navigated the tumultuous waters of recovery.

In these private moments, conversations were exchanged in hushed tones, laughter mingled with tears, and the unspoken language of love and support became the foundation upon which Keerat could rebuild. The hospital room, though sterile in its surroundings, echoed with the warmth of shared memories and the collective determination to guide Keerat towards the light at the end of her emotional tunnel.

Garry entered Keerat's hospital room during lunchtime, carrying a tray adorned with aromatic aloo parathas and a bowl of refreshing yogurt. The rich aroma filled the room, momentarily providing a respite from the sterile hospital environment. His thoughtful gesture was evident in the way he arranged the tray on a small table, creating a makeshift dining space within the confines of the hospital room. Placing the tray with care, Garry looked toward Keerat, his eyes reflecting genuine concern.

Garry: Keerat, I brought your favorite – aloo parathas.Thought you might need a break from the hospital food.

Keerat managed a small smile, appreciating the effortGarry had made to bring a touch of comfort to her day. The room, usually quietand clinical, transformed into a haven where shared moments carried more weightthan spoken words.

Keerat: Garry, you shouldn't have gone through all thistrouble just for me.

Garry, with a reassuring smile, responded.

Garry: Keerat, it's not trouble. I want to make sure you have something good to eat. We both need our strength.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at Keerat with a genuine concern that extended beyond the confines of friendship. However, as he prepared to take a bite, Keerat, despite her emotional turmoil, insisted on a shared moment of normalcy.

Keerat: No, seriously, have some. You brought it for us, right?

Garry hesitated for a moment, recognizing the significance of the gesture. He picked up a piece of aloo paratha and took a small bite, mirroring Keerat's attempt to bridge the gap between their shared meal.

The room, for a brief moment, became a haven where two friends found solace in a simple act of sharing a meal, despite the complexities that surrounded them. The taste of aloo parathas became a fleeting distraction, a reminder that amidst the chaos, moments of ordinary connection still held the power to heal.

As the last bite of aloo paratha was savored, Garry looked at Keerat with a mixture of compassion and determination. He could sense the weight of the unspoken reality hanging in the air – a reality that connected them in ways beyond their choosing.

Garry: Keerat, I know things have taken an unexpected turn, and we can't change the fact that we're married now. But I want you to know something.

He gently placed a hand on hers, emphasizing the sincerity of his words.

Garry: No matter what happens, no matter how complicated things get, I'm here for you. And for the baby. We're in this together.

Keerat, grappling with her own emotions, met Garry's gaze. His commitment offered a glimmer of reassurance in the midst of uncertainty. The gravity of the situation didn't escape either of them, but Garry's unwavering support became a beacon of strength, a silent promise to weather the storm together.

As Garry led Keerat away from the table, the hospital room transformed into a sanctuary of shared vulnerabilities. The journey ahead was unclear, but in that moment, the connection between Garry and Keerat served as a fragile lifeline, offering hope amidst the tumultuous waves of their intertwined destinies.

Angad and Sahiba, standing outside Keerat's room,exchanged a glance as they heard the subtle signs of Keerat's emotional release. Understanding the need for privacy, they decided to give the couple amoment alone. However, a shared decision lingered between them – to listen from a distance, ensuring Keerat wasn't alone in her vulnerable moments.

Angad gently put a hand on Sahiba's shoulder, signaling them to step back.

Angad: Let's give them some space, Sahiba. They need this time.

Sahiba, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and understanding, nodded in agreement. They retreated a few steps, maintaining arespectful distance, yet close enough to catch the muffled fragments of theconversation inside.

Garry listened attentively to Keerat's heartfelt words,his eyes reflecting empathy and understanding. Keerat's vulnerability laid barethe scars left by Veer's betrayal, and the weight of her words about the unbornchild added another layer to the complex emotions in the room.

Keerat: Do you know, Garry, I always used to say Idon’t want to get married, but Veer was different. All the fame and the drugintake ruined him completely. He became a different Veer compared to who I fellin love with.

Tears welled up in Keerat's eyes as she spoke about the profound impact of Veer's transformation. The pain of shattered dreams echoed in her voice.

Keerat: I am a really bad person, Garry. I can’t have this baby. I will never be able to give the love and care that any baby deserves from their mother. It will be wrong of me to bring an innocent child into this cruel world where I won't be able to hold it with love but hate.

As Keerat expressed her internal struggle, Garry,maintaining a comforting presence, gently responded.

Garry: Keerat, you're not a bad person. You've beenthrough so much, and these decisions are never easy. But it's crucial tounderstand that you're not alone in this. We can explore all the optionstogether, and whatever you decide, I'll be here to support you. This child is apart of you, and we'll navigate this journey together, step by step.

Keerat's emotions swirled in a tumultuous sea ofconflict. Her gaze remained fixed on an imaginary horizon, as if searching foranswers beyond the confines of the hospital room. The weight of her words aboutthe unborn child revealed the depth of her internal struggle.

Keerat: I feel like I failed, Garry. Failed to protectthe innocent life growing inside me. This baby deserves so much more – a motherwho can cradle it with warmth and love, not one burdened by the shadows of herown pain. Every heartbeat – it's a reminder of a life I'm not sure I'm capableof nurturing.

Garry, recognizing the profound sadness in Keerat'svoice, reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

Garry: Keerat, it's okay to feel overwhelmed, but youhaven't failed anyone. This situation is incredibly difficult, and youremotions are valid. We'll figure this out together, and whatever decision youmake, I'll stand by you.

Keerat's tears, held back for so long, began to flowfreely as she grappled with the weight of her emotions.

Keerat: I just don't want this baby to suffer becauseof me. It deserves a chance at a life filled with love, not marred by thestruggles I'm going through. How can I be a mother when I can't even make senseof my own pain?

Garry, offering a steady presence, spoke words of reassurance.

Garry: Keerat, no one expects you to have all the answers right now. It's okay to feel lost, but remember, you have people who care about you and want to help. Let's take it one step at a time, and together, we'll find a way forward.

As Keerat continued to grapple with the complexities of her emotions, Garry remained steadfast, determined to be her anchor in the storm of uncertainty.

Garry, sensing the weight of Keerat's internal conflict, took a deep breath before gently responding.

Garry: Keerat, I can't pretend to understand the depth of what you're going through, but I want you to know something crucial. This decision is entirely yours. If, in your heart, you feel bringing this baby into the world is not something you can do, I respect that. But if you choose to embrace this new life, I want you to understand that I'm with you every step of the way. This child, if you decide to keep it, will be a part of both of us.I'll treat them as my own, and they'll carry my name. Your journey is mine, and we'll navigate it together, no matter which path you choose.

Keerat, touched by Garry's sincerity, looked into his eyes, finding a glimmer of solace in the midst of her turmoil. The weight of the decision ahead remained, but the reassurance that Garry would stand by her side, regardless of the choice made, offered a beacon of support in the storm of uncertainty.

Next Part= Last Part

Do you feel Keerat will go ahead and have the baby or chose not to have it?

Let me know what you think...

I think she should opt not to. Abortion is such a tabboo subject. And it shouldn't be. Bringing a child into the world is a huge responsibility. And its not fair to the mother or child if that is happening in really negative circumstances because that impacts both.

What a beautiful take on the current track! I too agree with @Pinecone, and believe Keerat should be practical and not swayed by Gurleen… she and Garry can build a life of their own, as the Bawejas instead of the Brars.

a child is a big responsibility, and for a rape victim it becomes a lifelong reminder of their trauma, that they have to raise. In this case, we have everyone but the biological father helping… what happens when he decides to stake claim on the child?

I would love for Keerat to choose herself first, to prioritize herself, and her relationship with Garry. How fitting it would be if Garry helped Keerat in her studies for becoming an IPS and she was inspiration for his new business venture?

Originally posted by: averma4583

What a beautiful take on the current track! I too agree with @Pinecone, and believe Keerat should be practical and not swayed by Gurleen… she and Garry can build a life of their own, as the Bawejas instead of the Brars.

a child is a big responsibility, and for a rape victim it becomes a lifelong reminder of their trauma, that they have to raise. In this case, we have everyone but the biological father helping… what happens when he decides to stake claim on the child?

I would love for Keerat to choose herself first, to prioritize herself, and her relationship with Garry. How fitting it would be if Garry helped Keerat in her studies for becoming an IPS and she was inspiration for his new business venture?

When will you update your stories?

Simmy ji it seems like writers have taken inspiration from your story if we go by the current track.

Originally posted by: Reader17

When will you update your stories?

Ah my dear! I am writing one on Sahib- Angad remarriage…. It was prior to this Angad’s PMS…. Still in the works…

I agree with the above...saying one thing but in real life is different. Gurleen is being selfish and needs to think about what Keerat wants.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Garry, Angad, and Sahiba gathered in a cozy corner of the cafe. The soft hum of conversation and the occasional clinking of dishes created a backdrop for their private conversation. Sahiba, sipping her latte, looked at Garry with gratitude in her eyes.

Sahiba:"Garry, I want you to know how grateful I am for everything you're doing for Keerat. Your support means the world to her, and to all of us."

Garry,smiling humbly, acknowledged Sahiba's words.

Garry:"Sahiba Bhabhi, she's my friend, and I care about her. I can't stand seeing her go through this alone."

Angad ,leaning back in his chair, chimed in.

Angad:"Garry, you're a good friend. Keerat needs people like you around her right now."

Sahiba:"Absolutely. It's a difficult time for her, and having someone like you by her side makes a huge difference."

Garry ,however, couldn't shake off the weight that lingered in his heart. He took adeep breath before sharing his concerns.

Garry:"There's something I need to talk to you both about. I'm worried about the baby. Keerat doesn't want to keep it, and it's causing her so much stress. Every time she sees her own reflection or feels a movement, it's a constant reminder of what Veer did to her."

Angad,his expression filled with empathy, nodded understandingly.

Angad:"That's a heavy burden for her to carry, especially when it's tied to such painful memories."

Sahiba,her concern mirroring Garry's, spoke softly.

Sahiba:"It's a tough situation. I can't even imagine how she must be feeling."

Garry:"And that's the thing. I want to support her no matter what decision she makes, but I can see the toll it's taking on her. The stress is not good for her or the baby."

Angad, thoughtful, spoke up.

Angad:"We need to find a way to help Keerat ease that burden. It's not just a physical struggle; it's an emotional one too."

Sahiba:"Maybe she needs some professional guidance, someone who can help her navigate through these emotions."

Garry:"I suggested counseling, but she's resistant. The pain is still too fresh for her."

Angad:"We have to find a way to make her understand that seeking help is not a sign of weakness. It's a step towards healing."

Sahiba:"We'll talk to her, Garry. Convince her that taking care of herself, regarding the baby it’s her choice what she wants to do."

Garry nodded, appreciating the support from his family. The weight of Keerat's struggles hung over the table, a reminder that, even in the midst of a bustling cafe, some battles are fought in the quiet recesses of the heart.

As they wrapped up their conversation, Sahiba's phone rang urgently. Glancing at the caller ID, she noticed it was her mother, Santosh. Answering the call, she heard Santosh's worried voice relaying the sudden deterioration of Keerat's health. The news sent a shock through Sahiba, and she quickly shared the distressing information with Garry and Angad. Without hesitation, they rushed to the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, they were directed to the emergency room where the doctors somberly confirmed the devastating news. Keerat had faced a miscarriage, and despite the medical team's efforts, the complications proved in surmountable. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air as Sahiba,Garry, and Angad grappled with the heart-wrenching reality of the loss.

Garry sat by Keerat's side, the air heavy with unspoken grief. In the quiet hospital room, he looked into her eyes, his concern palpable. "How are you holding up?" he asked gently.

Keerat took a deep breath, her gaze drifting to the empty cradle that served as a stark reminder of the life that was no more. "I'm okay," she replied ,her voice fragile but composed. "It's just... I can't help but feel that Waheguru intervened, you know? Maybe it was a way of sparing me from a pain I couldn't bear."

Garry nodded, understanding the complex emotions coursing through Keerat. "It's okay to feel that way," he reassured her. "But don't bottle up your emotions. Losing a child is an unimaginable pain, and it's okay to grieve, tobe angry, to feel lost."

Tearswelled up in Keerat's eyes, and she blinked them back, trying to maintaincomposure. "I just... I don't think I could have loved that baby," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Every time I looked at it, I would have seen a reminder of what Veer did. I didn't want to resent my own child."

Garry reached for her hand, offering silent support. "Keerat, it's a heavy burden you're carrying, but you're not alone. We'll get through this together. And however you feel, it's valid. Your pain matters, and so does your healing."

As they shared this raw and honest conversation, the room echoed with the weight of loss and the fragile beginnings of healing. Keerat's admission about her struggle with the decision to keep the baby surfaced in Garry's mind, and he remembered the conversation they had before the miscarriage.

"I had made up my mind to take an abortion," Keerat's words echoed in Garry'smind. "I felt it would be wrong for the baby not to receive a mother's love, as I knew deep down I wouldn't be able to love it as a mother should. I was so sure of my decision."

In that moment, Garry's heart ached even more for Keerat, realizing the inner turmoil she had been facing. The weight of the miscarriage, coupled with the weight of her decision, seemed almost too much to bear. Yet, through it all,Garry knew he had to remain strong for Keerat, to be her rock in the storm of emotions she was weathering. And so, as they sat together in the hospital room, their intertwined hands a symbol of their shared pain and resilience, Garry vowed to stand by Keerat's side, no matter what trials lay ahead.

As Garry helped Keerat out of the hospital, the crisp air outside the medical facility seemed to carry a sense of new beginnings. He guided her towards as leek, silver car parked nearby, and they embarked on a journey to their new apartment. The car ride was mostly quiet, with Garry stealing glances at Keerat, who was lost in her thoughts.

When they arrived at the apartment building, Garry held the door open for Keerat, ushering her into a space that was meant to be a sanctuary from the ghosts of her past. The two-bedroom apartment was tastefully furnished, and soft sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the clean, neutral tones of the interior.

Garry gently took Keerat's hand, leading her to the living room. "This is our new place, away from everything that ties you to Veer's memories. I thought it would be better for you to have a fresh start here," he explained, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and determination.

Keerat looked around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "It's... it's beautiful," she managed a faint smile, appreciating the effort Garry had put into creating a safe space for her.

They settled on the couch, and Garry spoke softly, "I want this to be a place where you can heal, where you can rediscover yourself without the weight of the past. It won't be easy, but I'm here for you every step of the way."

Keerat nodded, a hint of gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, Garry. I don't know how I would've coped without you."

Garry reached for her hand, offering a reassuring squeeze. "We'll face the challenges together. You're not alone in this, Keerat. It's time for a new chapter in your life, and I believe in your strength to overcome."

And so, in the quietude of their new apartment, Garry and Keerat embarked on a journey of healing, hoping for brighter days ahead.

Brar Mansion:

In the quiet sanctuary of their bedroom at Brar Mansion, Sahiba and Angad sat amidst a soft glow emanating from the bedside lamp. The room held an intimate atmosphere, inviting them to share their thoughts without reservation.

Angad, reclining against the headboard, couldn't shake off the weight of recent events. "Sahiba, sometimes it's hard to wrap my head around what Veer did. It's just heartbreaking."

Sahiba, sitting beside him, gently rested her hand on his shoulder. "I know, Angad. It's like trying to reconcile two completely different images of him."

Angad nodded, a mix of sadness and confusion clouding his eyes. "You're right. But right now, our priority should be supporting Keerat and Garry through this."

Sahiba smiled softly, understanding Angad's conflicting emotions. "Absolutely. Garry is handling everything with such maturity. I'm proud of him."

Angad sighed, his thoughts heavy with regret. "I just wish Veer had thought twice before making those choices."

Sahiba tightened her grip on Angad's hand. "We can't change the past, Angad. All we can do is be there for Keerat and support Garry's decisions."

Angad looked at Sahiba with gratitude. "You're right, Sahiba. Garry's decisions are for the best. I just hope Keerat finds the strength to move forward. And I'm glad we can be here for them."

As they continued their conversation, the weight of the situation felt lighter ,knowing they could rely on each other for support. In the quiet of their bedroom, Angad and Sahiba realized the importance of compassion, understanding, and the strength that came from standing together in times of adversity.

Three months had elapsed since Keerat's discharge from the hospital, marking the beginning of her arduous journey to recovery. Throughout this challenging period, the unwavering support of her loved ones enveloped her, providing a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. Among them, Jasleen, her mother-in-law, emerged as a steadfast companion, offering unwavering support through every twist and turn. Their bond deepened over shared activities, including invigorating gym sessions that became a source of strength and solidarity.

Despite grappling with lingering mental hurdles, Garry's proactive approach played a pivotal role in Keerat's path to rediscovery. Recognizing her apprehensions, he orchestrated a plan to reignite her passion for wrestling. With the aid of a personal trainer, Keerat embarked on a journey to rebuild her skills and confidence, albeit in a modified capacity. Wrestling, once a cornerstone of her identity, now served as a symbolic reminder of her resilience and determination to forge ahead.

Amidst this transformation, Keerat stumbled upon a newfound passion for baking. Pouring her heart and soul into crafting intricate cakes, she found solace and joy within the confines of the kitchen. Her baked creations became more than just culinary delights—they became a conduit for fostering positive relationships and bridging the gap between the Monga and Brar households ,despite her lingering reluctance to fully integrate into the Brar mansion.

News of Veer's five-year jail sentence reached Keerat's ears, offering a semblance of closure to a chapter filled with pain and betrayal. While the legal ramifications seemed insufficient compared to the enduring challenges she faced, Keerat found solace in the knowledge that accountability was being served. Gratitude mingled with determination as she contemplated the road ahead, fortified by her support system and newfound passions. With resilience and strength as her allies, Keerat remained steadfast in her resolve to navigate the uncertainties of the future, one step at a time.

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow over the city, Angad and Sahiba made their way to Garry and Keerat's apartment. The anticipation of the news they were about to share filled them with both excitement and nervousness.

Upon arrival, Garry welcomed them with a warm embrace, while Keerat greeted them with a gentle smile, her eyes reflecting gratitude for their visit.

After some light conversation and catching up on recent events, Sahiba's gaze met Angad's, silently urging him to share their news. With a smile, Angad took Sahiba's hand, his eyes shining with joy.

"Garry,Keerat," Angad began, his voice filled with excitement, "there's something we've been meaning to share with you."

Keerat and Garry exchanged curious glances, their interest piqued by Angad's demeanor.

Angad couldn't contain his excitement any longer. "Sahiba is pregnant with our first baby," he announced, he voice tinged with emotion.

Amoment of stunned silence filled the room before it erupted into joyous exclamations and congratulatory hugs. Garry enveloped Angad in a tight embrace, his happiness palpable.

Keerat's eyes shimmered with tears of joy as she embraced Sahiba, sharing in their excitement. "I'm so happy for you both," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

Asthe evening sun bathed the room in a soft, golden glow, the air was filled with laughter and celebration. Angad and Sahiba's announcement had added another layer of happiness to the already joyous atmosphere, reinforcing the bonds of friendship and family that held them all together.

In that moment, amidst the laughter and embraces, the future felt bright with endless possibilities, and the love that filled the room served as a reminder of the beautiful journey they were all embarking upon—together.

In the days that followed, Seerat's behavior became increasingly erratic. She seemed distant, preoccupied with secretive conversations and mysterious plans. Sahiba and Angad noticed the change, but their focus remained on supporting Keerat and Garry through their healing journey.

One evening, as the family gathered for dinner, they discovered a letter from Seerat on the dining table. The letter revealed shocking news about her decision to run away with a wealthy, older man.

"DearFamily,

I hope this letter finds you well. By the time you read this, I'll be on my way to a new life, a life that promises the luxuries and comforts I've always desired. I've found someone who can provide me with the lifestyle I deserve.

I've chosen a path that leads to a man who appreciates my beauty and elegance, a man who sees me as a trophy wife. He may be older, but his wealth and status makeup for the age difference. I've decided to embrace this opportunity for a life of opulence and indulgence.

I understand that my actions may be difficult to accept, but sometimes one must make bold choices for personal happiness. I hope you can find it in your hearts to understand.

Sahiba and Angad, I would like to apologize for all the rifts I had caused between you, but at the end of the day, your true love won. I pray that your baby brings lots of happiness and is blessed with a happy life.

Takecare of yourselves.

With Regards,

Seerat"

The atmosphere in the house was thick with disbelief as the family gathered around the dining table, staring at the letter Seerat had left behind. Sahiba and Angad exchanged glances, processing the shocking revelation. Bebe, the matriarch of the family, sighed deeply, a mix of regret and understanding in her eyes.

"Bebe,"with a heavy heart, "We always knew Seerat had a penchant for a luxurious life, but we never thought she'd go to such lengths. It's a painful truth we must face."

"Inder,"frustrated, "How could she do this? After all the times we supported her,she just runs away with someone for money?"

"Pravjot,"thoughtful, "It's clear now that she was always driven by materialistic desires. We should've seen the signs."

"Gurleen,"with empathy, "We kept her in the house despite all her schemes and jealousy. Maybe we could have handled things differently."

Bebe,her wrinkled face showing a tinge of regret, spoke up.

"If only she had been honest about her desires, we could have found a way. I would have done everything to get her settled, but she chose this path."

Jasleen, the usually fun loving member of the family, couldn't hide a faint smile at the news of Seerat's departure.

"Well, "grinning, "Looks like she's finally gone for good. Good riddance, I say. She was nothing but trouble."

Sahiba, who had endured Seerat's plots and schemes, felt a mixture of relief and sadness.

As the family grappled with the aftermath of Seerat's departure, there was a collective realization that her pursuit of wealth had led her down a lonely path. The shock of her actions lingered, but in the midst of it, there was also a sense of liberation – a newfound freedom from Seerat's toxic presence.

Two years had passed since the tumultuous events that had shaken the Monga family. Keerat, once ensnared in the painful aftermath of Veer's betrayal and the chaos caused by Seerat, had emerged stronger, buoyed by the unwavering support of her loving family.

The scars of her past were still visible, but the healing process had transformed Keerat into a resilient and determined woman. The family, having weathered the storms together, had become a fortress of love and understanding. Bebe, the wise matriarch, had been a guiding light, offering counsel and strength through the darkest moments.

In these two years, Keerat found solace in pursuing her childhood dream of wrestling. However, the journey back to the wrestling arena was not just physical but also mentally daunting for her. Encouraged by Garry, who stood as a pillar of support by her side, she mustered the courage to face her fears and insecurities.

The thought of stepping back into the wrestling ring after the trauma she had endured was daunting. The memories of Veer's betrayal and the turmoil caused by Seerat lingered in her mind, casting a shadow of doubt over her abilities. Each practice session was a battle against her own demons, a constant struggle to silence the voices of doubt and fear that echoed in her mind.

Butdespite the mental hurdles, Keerat pressed on, fueled by the unwavering support of her loved ones. Garry's encouragement became her guiding light, his belief in her abilities serving as a source of strength during the darkest moments. With his unwavering support and the rallying of her family behind her, Keerat found the courage to push past her mental barriers and step onto the wrestling mat once again.

The entire family rallied around her, attending every practice session and match, cheering her on with unwavering enthusiasm. Their presence was a constant reminder that she was not alone in her journey, that she had a support system that would lift her up when she faltered.

Despite the mental challenges she faced, Keerat's determination shone through. With each match, she grew stronger, both physically and mentally, overcoming her inner demons one victory at a time. The wrestling arena became a sanctuary where she could confront her fears head-on, a place where she could reclaim her strength and resilience in the face of adversity.

Through sheer determination and unwavering perseverance, Keerat proved to herself and to the world that she was not defined by her past. She was a warrior, a survivor, and nothing would stand in her way as she pursued her dreams with unwavering determination.

Amidst the heavy and darkest moments that the family faced, Avleen, Angad and Sahiba's daughter, brought brightness into everyone's life. Her infectious laughter and playful antics became a source of joy and rejuvenation for the entire family. Avleen's innocent charm had a special effect on Keerat, who found herself smiling more often in the presence of the little one, her heart warmed by the child's unconditional love.

From the moment Avleen entered the world, Keerat felt an inexplicable connection to her niece. She marveled at the child's curiosity and boundless energy, finding solace in the innocence of Avleen s laughter and the warmth of her hugs. In Avleen’s presence, Keerat felt a sense of peace, as if the weight of her past troubles lifted, if only for a moment. As the warmth of the evening sun enveloped the family, Keerat sat on the patio of the Brar Mansion, cradling little Avleen in her arms. The gentle breeze whispered through the air, carrying the sweet scent of blossoming flowers and the soft coos of the infant.

Avleen,her tiny fingers wrapped around Keerat's, gazed up at her aunt with wide, curious eyes. In that moment, Keerat felt a surge of love and protectiveness wash over her. She had been there when Avleen was born, a witness to the miracle of life and the beginning of a special bond between them.

It was a moment she would never forget—the joyous tears that streamed down Sahiba's cheeks, Angad's proud smile as he held his daughter for the first time, and the overwhelming sense of love and unity that filled the room. When Sahiba and Angad had asked Keerat to name their daughter, it had felt like a profound honor, a symbol of the trust and affection they shared as a family.

And so, Keerat had chosen the name Avleen, meaning "incarnation of peace and strength." It was a name that held deep significance for her—a reminder of the resilience and determination that had guided her own journey of healing and self-discovery.

Since that day, Keerat had made it her mission to in still those same qualities in her beloved niece. She would often spend hours with Avleen, singing softly to her, telling her stories of bravery and adventure, and imparting words of wisdom that she hoped would shape the young girl's character.

As Avleen grew, so did the bond between them—a bond forged not only by blood but by love, trust, and shared experiences. Keerat watched with pride as Avleen took her first steps, her laughter filling the air with joy and wonder. And with each passing day, Keerat prayed silently for her niece's happiness and well-being, promising to always be there to guide and protect her.

As she looked down at Avleen's peaceful face, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, Keerat felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. In the midst of life's uncertainties and challenges, she had found a source of unending love and joy in her precious niece—a reminder of the beauty and resilience that dwelled within their family.

Meanwhile, Gurleen and Jaspal made the decision to move to Canada, where their daughter Ekam resided. Jaspal took charge of the family business located in Toronto ,ensuring a smooth transition and expansion into new territories. Despite the physical distance, Gurleen and Jaspal remained connected with their family inIndia, their presence felt through regular video calls and heart felt conversations

However, amidst the joy and progress, Gurleen and Jaspal carried a heavy burden of shame and remorse. They were deeply ashamed of their son Veer's actions, which had caused immense pain and turmoil within the family. It was particularly hard for them to face Keerat, knowing the extent of the hurt their son had inflicted upon her. Their hearts weighed heavy with regret, and they silently vowed to support Keerat in any way they could, seeking redemption for their son's transgressions.

After two years, the bond between Garry and Keerat has deepened and evolved in unexpected ways. Despite the initial complexities of their relationship, they have grown to cherish their friendship above all else.

Their decision to stay friends despite being married initially stemmed from a mutual understanding of their individual needs and desires. Over time, this choice has allowed them to navigate their shared history with maturity and respect, fostering a bond built on trust, empathy, and unwavering support.

Throughout the ups and downs of the past two years, Garry and Keerat have leaned on each other for strength and guidance. They have become each other's confidants, sharing their deepest fears, hopes, and dreams without reservation. Their friendship has provided a safe space for both of them to heal from past wounds and embrace the journey of self-discovery.

Despitethe challenges they've faced, Garry and Keerat have found joy and fulfillment in each other's company. They've shared countless moments of laughter, companionship, and mutual understanding, finding solace in the familiarity of their bond.

Their decision to prioritize their friendship has allowed them to redefine the boundaries of their relationship, forging a connection that transcends the constraints of traditional roles and expectations. They've learned to celebrate each other's successes, offer comfort in times of need, and embrace the unique bond they share.

While their journey has been marked by growth and transformation, the foundation of their friendship remains steadfast and unyielding. Garry and Keerat have found solace in knowing that no matter what the future holds, they will always have each other as trusted allies and life long friends.

As 6 years passed, the bond between Garry and Keerat deepened in unexpected ways .Despite the complexities of their past and their unconventional relationship, they found solace in their friendship, which had evolved into a partnership built on mutual respect and unwavering support.

Their decision to stay friends despite being married had brought about significant growth for both of them. Keerat had learned to navigate her trauma and find strength in her vulnerabilities. She had become more resilient, channeling her pain into her passion for wrestling. With Garry by her side, she faced her fears head-on, emerging victorious not only in the wrestling arena but also inthe battle against her inner demons.

Garry,on the other hand, had undergone a profound transformation of his own. He had come to terms with his past behavior and the harm he had caused women in his life. His relationship with Keerat had taught him empathy and understanding, prompting him to re-evaluate his attitudes towards women and relationships. He no longer expected anything from Keerat, recognizing that her healing journey was her own, and he stood by her as a steadfast ally and friend.

Despite their deep connection, physical intimacy remained a challenge for Keerat. The wounds of her past and the nightmares that haunted her nights made it impossible for her to be physically intimate with Garry. Yet, he never pressured her or made her feel inadequate. Instead, he stood by her with unwavering patience and understanding, offering his love and support in whatever form she needed.

Meanwhile,Keerat's wrestling career flourished, earning her recognition and respect in the sporting world. She used her platform to empower other women, coaching young girls in wrestling and instilling in them the same strength and resilience that had carried her through her darkest days.

Her passion for baking also blossomed into a successful business venture. Keerat set up her own bakery, creating intricate cakes that were not only culinary delights but also symbols of hope and healing. Each cake she baked was a testament to her journey—a reminder of the sweetness that could emerge from even the most bitter of experiences.

As for Garry, his fashion business thrived, allowing him to pursue his creative passions and make a name for himself in the industry. He found fulfillment inhis work, pouring his energy into building a brand that reflected his values ofinclusivity and authenticity.

Six years had passed since the tumultuous events that had rocked the Brar and Monga family, and amidst the trials and triumphs, Garry and Keerat had found a sense of peace and purpose in each other's company. Their decision to adopt twin daughters had brought new joy and meaning into their lives, creating a sense of family that was bound not by blood but by love and shared experiences.

Though their journey had been marked by pain and adversity, Garry and Keerat emerged stronger and more resilient than ever. Together, they faced the challenges of life with courage and determination, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could overcome anything that came their way. And as they looked towards the future, they did so with hope and optimism, ready to embrace whatever adventures lay ahead.

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That is it from me, this story ends here...I just want to say that no women or man should ever be touched or go through sexual abuse. It is not correct. I had only written about it for a story purpose. Nobody should ever support it. Many times its hard for a person who has gone through this becomes traumatic and its something that stay with them for life.

Back to the show, I feel it has lost the spark that it had once upon a time....

-Why does bad always win over good? It's about high time Seerat gets exposed

- Why did they have to ruin good characters?

Omfg. I loved this. In a sense its great that it was a miscarriage rather than Keerat having to choose an abortion and having to deal with the guilt of that choice. Here it was divine intervention in a way. I also loved that Seerat straight up said- i want a rich guy and left. Self aware and owning up to her choice and decision.

You are a fabulous, fabulous writer, like I am in short of words, Hope TMD team hires you as I genuinely believe that you can bring freshness to that otherwise stale story.