Prologue
"I love you Zoya" he whispered before falling into a deep slumber.
"I love you more dear. I love you enough to give you everything before you go back." she whispered, knowing he wasn't listening.
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Tring tring. Tring tring. The sound of the telephone ring echoed through the 2 BHK apartment.
A lady nearly 8 and a half months pregnant strode through the hall toward the phone.
On the way, she caught a glimpse of the closet with all his achievements and medals. He was a colonel now. She raised her chin proudly.
With shaking hands, she picked the phone up, hope and anticipation on her face. "Hello?" Her voice cracked due to the fear.
"Miss Zoya Farooqi?"
"S-speaking"
"I am extremely sorry-" were the last words she heard before her head started throbbing and blackness engulfed her.
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