The hospital room was dimly lit, the rhythmic beep of the machines the only sound that filled the air. Virendra Singh Rawat lay unconscious, his body battered and broken, but his mind—his subconscious—was elsewhere, transported back to another time.
In his dream, he was no longer lying in a sterile hospital bed. Instead, he found himself in a lush, sunlit garden, the sound of children's laughter echoing around him. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and the world felt alive with warmth and joy.
He turned around and saw them—his three daughters... His three gems
Ankita, the youngest, was chasing after a butterfly, her laughter light and carefree as she twirled in circles. Roshni, slightly older, was sitting by the garden’s edge, her nose buried in a book, her hair flowing like a river in the wind. And Ragini, the eldest, stood by the large oak tree, her protective nature clear even at that young age as she watched over her sisters.
Virendra smiled, his heart swelling with pride. This was a simpler time, a time when their smiles were all he needed to feel complete.
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