Shubman clutched his hair, his voice trembling as he sobbed. "Pashmina, how could I do that to you? How could I?"

Pashmina sighed, her fingers gliding gently through his hair. "Shubman, you need to let go of the past," she said softly. "You can't hold one person responsible for someone else's mistakes. Accept what's happened and move forward."

Shubman took a deep breath, tears streaming down his face as memories of the helpless expressions of those two people who had taken everything from him flooded his mind. "And you think I should listen to them? The ones who almost stole my ability to love? Now you want me to help them and do what they ask?" His voice was filled with seething anger.

Pashmina nodded, a sad smile on her face. "Yes, I want you to listen to them, if it means giving someone the chance to live a beautiful life."

Shubman looked up, his bloodshot eyes glistening with desperation. Gripping Pashmina's shoulders tightly, he shook her and demanded, "And you? Are you ready to accept it? To embrace it?"

Pashmina smiled gently, her forehead touching his as she spoke with quiet resolve, "I'm willing to do whatever it takes, as long as it means bringing someone a life filled with joy and peace."