Computer Science
Ananya leaned into Rohan. “What if it’s negative again?”
“Ready?” Rohan asked, squeezing her hand. His thumb traced circles on her palm, a nervous habit she had fallen in love with ten years ago.
Dr. Sen quietly slid a box of tissues between them. “The beta is 240. That’s strong. We’ll repeat it in 48 hours, but for now… congratulations.”
The waiting room was full of other stories. A woman in a green saree was knitting a tiny yellow bootie, not out of celebration, but out of trying to manifest joy. A young couple sat apart, not speaking, the husband scrolling endlessly on his phone while the wife stared at a poster about ovulation cycles.
And in that moment, the dusty lane, the honking cars, the relentless sun—it all felt like the most beautiful backdrop in the world. Because sometimes, hope doesn’t live in a gleaming skyscraper. Sometimes, it lives in a modest clinic in Dum Dum, waiting to hand you a piece of paper that changes everything.
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