Chapter 293

There was no going back. The life she had known was gone, replaced by a reality too cruel to bear. She lay back on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, her eyes empty, her heart broken.

In the days that followed, Roshanay’s body healed, but her spirit remained crushed under the weight of her grief. She barely ate, barely slept, barely spoke. The nurses brought her food and medicine, and she accepted them without complaint, but there was no life behind her eyes.

She was a living ghost, haunting the hospital corridors as she made her way to the ICU to visit Moosa. She would sit by his bedside for hours, her hand holding his, her eyes fixed on his face. She would whisper to him about her day, about the memories she still held onto, about the love she still felt for him.

“You have to wake up, Moosa,” she would say, her voice trembling with hope and despair. “I can’t do this alone. I need you. Please... come back to me.”

But Moosa didn’t wake up. His chest ro