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Divyanshi Sen and Shamanth Dhawan fell in love with each other during their school days.

They were in a relationship for ten years. Seeing the right moment, they both told their families about each other.

After revealing their relationship, Divyanshi’s strict parents said no to the marriage.

Many problems arose between them, but they never left each other. They faced every difficulty together and finally convinced their families.

With the consent and blessings of their families, they got married. After two years, Divyanshi became pregnant.

Divyanshi was in her last month. After a long time, she had come on a date with her husband.

“This is for you.” Shamanth sat on his knees and gave her a bouquet of roses. A smile spread on his lips; the love in his eyes for her had never diminished. He loved her more than before.

Divyanshi looked at him with surprise. She did not expect this act from him. In the middle of the café, he was sitting on his knees and giving her a bouquet of flowers. The eyes of the people around were fixed on them; they had become the centre of attraction in the café.

She couldn’t understand how to react. People around them were whispering:

“They both are so cute.”

“Wow, if I have a husband, he should be like this — otherwise, I won’t marry.”

“Look at him, how proudly he’s confessing his love for her in front of everyone. I hope I find a boy like him too.”

“The boy is cute, but look at the girl — how decent and simple she is.”

She stood up from her seat, stepped closer to him, and took the flowers from his hand. “Thank you.”

“I love you, Anshi,” he said to her.

“Me too. You should stand up; everyone is looking at us,” she replied, then leaned in slightly, speaking in a voice just loud enough for him to hear.

She extended her hand to him for support, and he stood up holding her hand.

“What was the need to do all this? And that too in front of everyone?” she asked softly.

“I want to show the world that I love you so much,” he said, placing his hand over hers.

“Aww, my hubby.” She looked at him sweetly.

He smiled at her.

“Well, I have another surprise for you.” Another surprise? What was it?

She couldn’t guess — it was another surprise, a special one.

“One more surprise? What is that? How many more surprises do you want to give? First, you planned this date without telling me, that too at our favourite café. Second, you proposed to me in front of everyone — and what is the third surprise?”

They had gone on numerous dates. They celebrated each one as special. Both had plans for each other; they always tried to make each other happy.

After a long time apart, they were spending time together, so Divyanshi was incredibly excited and joyful at his every surprise. Her excitement was justified.

He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a red box.

“What is this?” she asked, taking the box from his hand.

She opened the box. It contained golden earrings.

Both of them were from middle-class families. For them, getting gold meant getting diamonds.

Her face turned pale after seeing the earrings.

There was no smile on her lips; she stared at him with an emotionless face.

“This…” She was unable to speak.

He worked in the corporate sector as a finance assistant. His salary was around 40,000 rupees. Whatever he earned went toward the family — house rent, his parents’ medicines, and other needs — leaving him with very little for himself. But he lived a happy and comfortable life with whatever he had, without complaining.

The best part was that his wife was happy with whatever he gave her.

She was also a working woman, but due to pregnancy, she had stopped going to work.

Shamanth’s mother was a housewife, and his father was paralyzed.

He was living a sad life, but he turned it into a happy one.

A smile is the best medicine for every sorrow — and that’s what he believed.

Shamanth’s father had a government job; he was a teacher in a government school. After retirement, whatever pension he received was spent on his medical needs.

His younger brother earned better than him, but more than half of his salary went toward a loan he had taken for his pilot studies.

“What was the need for this? You can return them.” She closed the box and handed it to him.

“Don’t spoil my mood. I brought this for you with great pleasure. Accept it.” He went to hand her the box, but she refused.

He got up from his seat, went toward her, pulled the chair next to her, and sat down.

“Please, I can’t take these. Give me something else instead of earrings. I’ll accept that, but this—” she began, when he interrupted her.

“Shh… take off the earrings you’re wearing,” he said, taking one from the box.

She gave him innocent eyes, but when he didn’t agree, she took off both the earrings she was wearing.

He gently put the new earrings on her ears. They looked beautiful. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He admired his wife.

“Beautiful,” he said, running his fingers over the earrings hanging from her ears.

“After all, who bought it? My dear husband?” she asked, looking into his eyes. His choice was so good — just look at Divyanshi for confirmation.

“I know. It’s me,” he smiled.

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They were heading home after their date.

The speed of the car was normal.

He was about to turn the car near the turning point when suddenly a blind man came in front of it. He changed direction and tried his best to control the situation.

Nothing happened to the blind man, but the car Shamanth and Divyanshi were in was hit by a truck.

The truck hit with great force, causing the car to turn over twice before falling far away. It lay upside down.

Seeing the accident, people nearby rushed to help.

The car wasn’t hit from the front but near the driver’s seat. The side door was completely crushed.

Shamanth was in the driver’s seat. His condition was very bad; it was difficult to know whether he was unconscious or dead.

Divyanshi was on the passenger side; her condition was also bad, but she was conscious and trying to breathe with great difficulty.

“The girl is alive!”

“Let’s help!”

“Try to get them out of the car!”

“Someone call an ambulance!”

“How did the accident happen?”

A crowd gathered. Some people were making videos; very few came forward to help. Some stood quietly, watching like spectators.

“I’ll get good views,” thought a man while recording.

The reality is that people can do anything for views. Two people met with an accident in front of him, yet he was more concerned about views than saving their lives.

Two women were trying to get Divyanshi out of the car.

Four men took Shamanth out and laid him on the side of the road.

A man checked Shamanth’s pulse and breathing — both had stopped.

Shamanth’s heartbeat had stopped. He was dead.

Shamanth Dhawan was no longer in this world. His breathing had ceased; his body was soaked in blood.

If the car had been hit from the front, he might have survived.

But death was written in his fate. He didn’t live long.

Leaving behind his family, friends, wife, and unborn baby — he said goodbye to the world.

“Hey, someone call an ambulance! We need to get the girl to the hospital — she’s pregnant!” a woman in the crowd yelled.

Divyanshi was being pulled from the car, but her legs were stuck. She had fainted.

Within minutes, the ambulance arrived — first carrying Divyanshi on a stretcher, followed by Shamanth in another.

A few hours ago, both were so happy together.

Who knew they would have an accident? Who knew Shamanth would die?

He went to save a stranger’s life — and ended up sacrificing his own.

Time is unpredictable. When and what will happen — no one knows.

The flowers that Shamanth had given to Divyanshi were scattered on the road — just like their separation.

How will Divyanshi react after learning of her husband’s death? Will she be able to control herself — or will she fall apart?

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In the operation theatre, Divyanshi’s surgery was ongoing.

Since it was an accident, the police were involved. They informed Shamanth’s family.

“Sir, we’ve checked the camera. The truck driver isn’t at fault — it was the car that came in front of the truck,” the police officers discussed.

Divyanshi’s family was also present with the Dhawan family.

Shamanth’s mother, his younger brother, his father, Divyanshi’s mother and father, her elder brother, and sister-in-law — everyone was there.

Everyone sat in silence. Shamanth’s death had shocked them all.

“Ishaan, your brother... your brother has left us all. My son is dead... he is dead... my son is dead!” his mother sobbed.

She cried and beat her chest. Nothing could bring her lost son back.

His father sat in his wheelchair, silent. His eyes were moist, filled with pain and sadness. He couldn’t comprehend how to react to his son’s death.

At his wife’s words, tears welled in his eyes, and he burst into tears.

Ishaan took care of his parents. All responsibility had fallen on his shoulders.

He hugged his mother and tried to calm her. “Mom, please... calm down. Dad, you too,” he said softly.

What could they do? They had nothing left but to cry. They had lost their son.

A few minutes later, the doctor came out of the operation theatre.

“Doctor, how is my sister?” Divyanshi’s elder brother Rudra asked.

“Is my sister-in-law okay?” Ishaan asked, worried about her and grieving his brother’s death.

“And the baby?” Ishita Ji asked, her voice choked.

Dr. Shamita looked at everyone with sad eyes.

“What happened, doctor? Why are you so quiet? Is my daughter and her baby okay?” Divyanshi’s mother, Avni, asked nervously.

“Sorry, I have to say this with great sadness. We could only save one. Unfortunately, due to excessive blood loss and high blood pressure, we couldn’t save Divyanshi. We lost her,” she said softly, then left.

Everyone’s faces turned pale. Wasn’t one death enough? They had to hear of another.

“Mummy ji, control yourself!” Avni Ji fell to the ground upon hearing the news of her daughter’s death. Her daughter-in-law rushed to hold her.

“Mom!” Rudra ran to her, holding her hand and trying to lift her.

Divyanshi’s father leaned against the wall, silent.

Everyone’s faces were filled with grief — red, swollen eyes, and pale expressions. By sending one soul into the world, God had taken two.

There should have been joy, but there wasn’t. They should have celebrated the baby’s birth, but the baby’s parents were gone.

Divyanshi and Shamanth had a son — who, unfortunately, lost both parents the day he was born.

During the funeral, Ishaan held his nephew in his arms, leading him through the last rites of his parents.

Family members cried bitterly. “Shamanth... Divyanshi...” their names echoed in the air.

On the day of his birth, the little baby had to perform the last rites of his mother and father.

How unfair was that? Everyone felt pity for the baby.

It was all a matter of fate.

Fate... fate... it's all about fate .