“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.
“We did it,” she whispered into his shirt.
Now, two weeks later, they were back for the beta HCG blood test.
Rohan, who had been bracing himself for bad news, stared at the paper. His lips moved, but no sound came out. Then he dropped his head into his hands and wept.
Ananya leaned into Rohan. “What if it’s negative again?”
But it wasn’t statistics. It was the ache in her arms that longed to hold a child. It was the way her mother-in-law had stopped asking, “Any news?” and started just looking at her with pity.
Today was Day 14. The IUI procedure itself had been clinical but gentle—a thin catheter, a concentrated sample of Rohan’s best swimmers, a moment of silent prayer as Dr. Sen whispered, “There. Now we wait.”
They had chosen this place for a reason. The fancy hospitals in South Kolkata felt cold, like airports where you waited for a flight that was always delayed. Here, the receptionist, Moushumi di, remembered that Ananya preferred ginger tea and that Rohan got nervous and chewed on his pen caps.
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“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.
“We did it,” she whispered into his shirt.
Now, two weeks later, they were back for the beta HCG blood test. iui centre in dum dum
Rohan, who had been bracing himself for bad news, stared at the paper. His lips moved, but no sound came out. Then he dropped his head into his hands and wept.
Ananya leaned into Rohan. “What if it’s negative again?” “Ready
But it wasn’t statistics. It was the ache in her arms that longed to hold a child. It was the way her mother-in-law had stopped asking, “Any news?” and started just looking at her with pity.
Today was Day 14. The IUI procedure itself had been clinical but gentle—a thin catheter, a concentrated sample of Rohan’s best swimmers, a moment of silent prayer as Dr. Sen whispered, “There. Now we wait.” Now, two weeks later, they were back for
They had chosen this place for a reason. The fancy hospitals in South Kolkata felt cold, like airports where you waited for a flight that was always delayed. Here, the receptionist, Moushumi di, remembered that Ananya preferred ginger tea and that Rohan got nervous and chewed on his pen caps.
