Abir grasped Mishti's hand firmly, the warmth of his touch juxtaposed with the cold determination in his eyes. He dragged her to the main door with a sense of urgency. His steps were brisk, each one echoing the tumultuous emotions within him. Upon reaching the door, he swung it open with a force that mirrored his inner turmoil, the wooden frame creaking in protest. He turned to face her, his eyes burning with a mixture of pain and resolve.

"Mishti," Abir began, his voice laden with emotion.

"if you wish to leave, then go. But remember this—whether it’s Abir or Aayan, the only woman i have ever loved, and will ever love, is you. Mishti you're everything. And as for the path I've taken to get here, if I don't see it through to the end, then I'd rather be there as a criminal. No matter what anyone does or says, I will remain true to myself. I won't end until unless I get, what I want. So, go if you must. I won't hold you back any longer." His voice cracked, the intensity of his feelings seeping through each word.

Mishti, her heart shattering with every word he spoke, took a hesitant step forward. Her eyes, now shimmering pools of unshed tears, locked onto his. She turned back momentarily, closing the door with a resolute click, symbolizing the finality of her decision. As she moved closer to Abir, the dam of her emotions burst forth. She threw her arms around him, clutching him as if her life depended on it, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Abir," she choked out between hiccups, "where would I go in this world when all I want is to live 'in your love'? I am so sorry, Abir, truly sorry. I was selfish, thinking only from my perspective, never trying to understand your story, your struggles. How could I ever leave my Ajeeb Rajvansh behind?" Her grip tightened, her desperation palpable.

Abir, overcome with emotion, hugged her back with equal fervor. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with hers. "I love you, Mishti. I can't live without you—I can't," he whispered, his voice breaking under the weight of his feelings.

Mishti, through her tears, managed a weak smile. "But Abir," she pleaded, "ruining yourself to ruin someone else isn't right. I understand that you've been wronged, but becoming what you despise isn't the solution. Don't you see that?" Her voice was a mix of sorrow and desperation, her words a final attempt to reach the man she loved.

Abir's eyes darkened with anger, a storm brewing within them. "The day everything was taken from me, the lines between right and wrong ceased to exist. Now, whether it's right or wrong, this is what I will do," he declared, his voice hard and unyielding.

Mishti continued to protest, her voice growing more frantic. Suddenly, her strength gave way, and she began to collapse. Abir's reflexes kicked in, and he caught her just in time, his concern overriding his anger.

"Mi...Mishti, are you alright?" he asked, his voice trembling with worry.

She felt dizzy, her vision blurring. "I don't know, Abir. I feel very uneasy," she murmured, her words slurring slightly.

Abir's face twisted in concern. "You haven't been eating properly, have you? Come on, let's get you to bed. You need to rest," he said, guiding her gently towards their room.

Just then, a loud knock echoed through the hallway. Mishti, already on edge, gripped his hand tightly, her knuckles white with fear. Abir squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's probably Nanko. Don't worry, he's on our side," he said, trying to soothe her. He walked to the door and opened it, revealing Kunal standing there with a broad smile on his face.

Kunal burst in, his excitement contagious. "Bhaiii, the reports are here!" he exclaimed, practically bouncing on his feet.

Abir, trying to calm the situation, said, "Alright, let's talk in the room." He led them back to the bedroom, where Mishti lay on the bed, her face a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation. Abir and Kunal sat opposite her, the tension in the room palpable.

Abir, his hands clasped tightly and eyes closed, asked, "What do the reports say? Is everything alright?" His voice was a mere whisper, each word carrying the weight of his anxiety.

Kunal, unable to contain his excitement, practically shouted, "Yes, bhai, everything is alright! In fact, I can't— like how to explain it to you..I'm just so happy. I'm going to be an uncle!"

Abir opened one eye, disbelief etched on his face. "Congratulations, but what about Mishti's reports?" he asked, still not fully comprehending.

Mishti's eyes sparkled with happiness, tears of joy mingling with those of relief. She chuckled at her Ajeeb Rajvansh, her heart swelling with love. Kunal, exasperated, facepalmed himself.

"Bhai," Kunal said, irritation creeping into his voice, "how can I become an uncle out of nowhere? You're going to be a dad, and bhabhi a mom!" He shouted, emphasizing each word.

Abir's eyes flew open in shock. "Wha...what? Say it again," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kunal rolled his eyes and turned to Mishti. "Forget bhai; he's hopeless. Bhabhi, congratulations! I can't tell you how happy I am," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

Mishti blushed, her happiness boundless. Abir sat there, stunned, his mind reeling from the news. He looked at Mishti, his eyes wide with disbelief and joy.

Kunal, trying to lighten the mood, said, "Bhabhi, your husband is in shock. Leave him and dance with me!" They laughed, the sound a balm to their weary hearts. Kunal extended his hand to Mishti, and she took it, her smile radiant. They began to dance, their laughter filling the room.

Abir watched them, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Go ahead, laugh all you want. Your time will come too," he said mockingly, a smile playing on his lips.

Kunal stopped dancing and Mishti sat down, her face glowing with happiness. Kunal, still grinning, said, "Alright, alright, I get it. My brother is embarrassed. Fine, I'll leave. I don't want to be a third wheel. But remember to talk to the doctor; they said it's important."

Abir, finally coming to terms with the news, smiled and replied, "Yes, I'll do that." His voice was steady, the storm of emotions within him finally settling.

As Kunal left, Abir turned to Mishti, his eyes filled with love and determination. He gently caressed her face, his touch tender and reassuring. "Mishti, we have a long journey ahead of us, but I promise, we will face it together. No more secrets, no more lies. Just you and me, facing the world together."

Mishti's eyes filled with tears once more, but this time, they were tears of joy and hope. She leaned into his touch, her heart filled with love for the man who stood by her side through everything. "I love you, Abir," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Abir, his voice trembling with a mixture of overwhelming joy and vulnerability, said, "Mishti, I never imagined this day would come—that we would have our own family. I’ve longed for a family since childhood, always yearning for that sense of belonging. And now, we're going to have a complete family. Thank you, Mishti. Thank you so much for giving me this happiness." His eyes shone with unshed tears, each one a testament to the profound impact of this moment on his soul.

Mishti, sensing the depth of his emotions and wanting to lighten the mood, replied with a playful tone, "Am I your neighbor that you're thanking me for a cup of sugar? Abir chuckled, the sound a gentle respite from the intense emotions.

She continued, "I’m your wife, so no need for thank yous. And yes, you’re right, we will have our own little family—me, you, and our baby. But Abir..." Her sentence trailed off as she suddenly felt a wave of nausea.

She rushed to the washroom, the sounds of her retching echoing back to Abir, who stood frozen,  deep lines on his face. After a few moments, she returned, looking pale and exhausted.

Abir, with a mix of tenderness and authority, said, "Mrs. Angry Chorni, we can talk later. Right now, you need to rest." He gently guided her to the bed, his touch soft but firm.

Mishti, trying to protest, said, "But Abir, listen to me for a moment and..."

Abir smiled, his heart full. "And I love you, Mishti. Always and forever," he replied, sealing his promise with a gentle kiss.

" Abir woh.."

Abir placed a gentle finger on her lips, silencing her. He then softly ran his fingers through her hair. "Shhh, I said no more talking for now, Mish. Just rest. Sleep for a while, and I'll be right here," he assured her. He stayed by her side, humming a soft lullaby until she fell into a peaceful sleep. Once he was certain she was resting comfortably, he quietly left the room and stepped outside to call the doctor.

His heart pounded in his chest as he dialed the number, each ring echoing his escalating anxiety. "Hello, doctor. How are Mishti's reports? Are they alright?" he asked, his voice barely concealing his worry.

The doctor's response was immediate, and Abir felt a cold dread seeping into his bones. "Mr. Rajvansh, I'm afraid things are not alright at the moment."

Abir's breath hitched. "What do you mean? Please, explain clearly," he demanded, his voice a mix of fear and desperation.

"Mr. Rajvansh, your wife is indeed pregnant, but she cannot carry the pregnancy to term," the doctor explained, the words striking Abir like a physical blow.

Stunned, a lone tear escaped Abir's eye. Just moments ago, he was filled with happiness, but now.

With a voice breaking under the weight of his emotions, he asked, "Why, doctor? Why can't she carry the pregnancy?"

The doctor's tone was grave as he continued, "Because it's not a normal pregnancy. It's an ectopic pregnancy, where the fertilized egg implants outside the uterus. If left to grow, it may damage nearby organs and cause life-threatening blood loss."

Abir felt the ground shift beneath him. His knees weakened, and he had to brace himself against the wall. "Is there nothing we can do?" he asked, his voice a whisper, filled with despair.

"No, Mr. Rajvansh. The only solution is to terminate the pregnancy. This type of pregnancy is both fake and fatal. We must perform an abortion as soon as possible to protect Mishti's life," the doctor replied, his voice steady but filled with sympathy.

Tears flowed freely down Abir's face as he whispered, "But Mishti will never agree to this."

The doctor sighed, "I understand this will affect her mental state deeply, but we must act quickly. It's been three weeks since she conceived, and the situation is becoming critical. We must do this before it's too late."

Abir remained silent, his mind in turmoil, grappling with the devastating news. He was caught in a whirlwind of emotions—grief, fear, and a profound sense of helplessness.

"It's better if you don't tell her right now, Mr. Rajvansh," the doctor advised gently. "She’s already in a critical state, and the added stress could worsen her condition. Once the procedure is done, you can explain and console her."

Abir closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face. His heart felt like it was being ripped apart. In a voice barely above a whisper, he said, "Okay, doctor. I'm ready for the abortion. When should we do it?"

"As soon as possible. Please bring her in next week. Don't worry, Mr. Rajvansh, this doesn't mean she can never conceive again. It's just that this time, fate wasn't on your side. I’ve sent the abortion papers along with the reports. Your approval is necessary. Sign them and bring her in," the doctor instructed.

"I will," Abir replied, his voice hollow.

After ending the call, Abir collapsed onto the floor, his body wracked with sobs. He covered his mouth to muffle the sound, but the pain was too intense, too overwhelming. His tears flowed incessantly, his eyes turning red from the crying. His throat was parched, yet the tears were unstoppable. He felt like he was dying inside, the weight of the grief almost unbearable.

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Inside the bedroom, Mishti stirred slightly in her sleep, sensing the disturbance in the air. She opened her eyes slowly, the dim light casting shadows that seemed to reflect her troubled dreams. She reached out for Abir, but he wasn’t there. Panic surged through her veins. She sat up, her head spinning slightly from the sudden movement.

At that moment, Abir re-entered the room, his face a mask of controlled sorrow. He quickly wiped away his tears, putting on a brave face for Mishti. Seeing her awake, he forced a smile and approached her.

"Abir, what happened? You look... different," Mishti said, her voice laced with concern.

Abir sat down beside her, taking her hand in his. He caressed it gently, his touch a lifeline for his shattered spirit. "Nothing, Mishti. Just...thinking about us, our future," he said, his voice thick with unshed tears.

Mishti, sensing the depth of his emotions, leaned her head on his shoulder. "Abir, we’ll get through this together. No matter what, we’ll face it side by side," she whispered, her words a balm to his wounded heart.

Abir nodded, unable to speak. He kissed the top of her head, his silent vow to protect her at all costs resonating deep within him. The night stretched on, filled with unspoken words and silent promises, as they held each other close, their hearts beating in unison against the impending storm.