The hospital corridors stretched endlessly as Anshika walked toward the doctor, her footsteps echoing in the silence. The exhaustion weighed on her shoulders, but nothing compared to the dread twisting in her chest. The doctor's face was grave, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"Doctor, Dadii kaisi hai?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
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