05-11-2025, 06:06 PM
Scene 1
Riya sat on the sofa in her huge Punjabi house, looking down, not moving at all.
Rohan, her husband, was busy on his phone, not looking at her.
She held the medical papers in her hand. Oh, those medical papers, full of big, confusing words. But one word was very clear: failed. The IVF had not worked again.
Riya with her big breasts, symbols of motherhood she couldn't achieve such a basic thing, she felt sad.
An ache, deep inside, with the pain of a baby that wouldn't come. God, it hurt like a needle forever stuck inside.
A tear, then another, rolled down her cheek. She was so, so sad. Like a broken toy, now lying in the corner. And with the sadness, a thought stirred within her. A raw, burning need.
Rohan looked up, finally. He saw her tears, her slumped shoulders. A helpless look crossed his face. Like a lost puppy, with no idea what to do. He wanted to help, but he just didn't know how.
Riya sat on the sofa in her huge Punjabi house, looking down, not moving at all.
Rohan, her husband, was busy on his phone, not looking at her.
She held the medical papers in her hand. Oh, those medical papers, full of big, confusing words. But one word was very clear: failed. The IVF had not worked again.
Riya with her big breasts, symbols of motherhood she couldn't achieve such a basic thing, she felt sad.
An ache, deep inside, with the pain of a baby that wouldn't come. God, it hurt like a needle forever stuck inside.
A tear, then another, rolled down her cheek. She was so, so sad. Like a broken toy, now lying in the corner. And with the sadness, a thought stirred within her. A raw, burning need.
Rohan looked up, finally. He saw her tears, her slumped shoulders. A helpless look crossed his face. Like a lost puppy, with no idea what to do. He wanted to help, but he just didn't know how.
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