Thirst

Shayra gently spoke, "Promise me, Di, that you'll ensure Ahana doesn't remember me. Shower her with all the love she deserves. I entrust my dearest ones to your care, now that I'm stepping away." As she removed her wedding necklace, she handed it to Sherlin, trying to hold back her emotions. Sherlin fought to remain composed, assuring Shayra, "Yash, promise to give her every happiness possible. Let her feel your presence even without her mother." Looking into Yash's eyes, she found solace in the vibrant red hue in his hair. Yash pleaded, "Let's find the world's top doctors, Shayra. We can't live without you. Think about Ahana's sake." But Shayra's response was filled with pain, "What good would it do? Extending this suffering for a few more days won't change the inevitable. I'd rather not prolong my agony." As Yash opened his mouth to speak, Shayra silenced him with a gentle touch on his lips. Whispering softly, she said, "Please, let me give you my final words before we part." Yash nodded, struggling to find the strength to say his own goodbye.