
Two weeks had passed since Raj and Diya began trying to conceive. Every evening carried a silent hope, but tonight felt charged, almost electric. Diya walked in holding a cake and pastries, her smile radiant. Minutes later Raj entered, a bouquet of fresh flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other.
Their laughter over cake and stolen bites of chocolate melted into silence. The flowers lay on the nightstand, the pastry crumbs forgotten. What lingered between them now was raw hunger.



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