The labour room was quiet except for the soft beeping of monitors and Isha’s measured breathing. She had been in labour for almost twelve hours. Vivian never left her side. He held her hand through every contraction, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and whispered the same words again and again.
“Main yahin hoon, Isha. Saans lo. Main aapke saath hoon.”
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