Novels by I am Rohi

Nina’s POV The world around me was a haze. Soft beeping echoed somewhere close, like a distant lullaby pulling me from sleep. My eyelids fluttered, heavy and dry. I opened them slowly, and everything blurred into light and shadow. I could see white walls, a pale ceiling, and I could also hear soft voices speaking nearby. I blinked, trying to make sense of the shapes. A woman in a white coat stood by the foot of the bed, talking quietly with a nurse. I could barely make out their faces. My head felt like it was wrapped in cotton. Where… was I? I tried to sit up, but pain bloomed in the back of my skull. "Ma'am,... ma'am, please lie back," the doctor said gently, rushing to my side. Her voice was calm, she sounded professional, but kind. "You’re safe now. Just try to breathe slowly ok." I swallowed hard, throat dry. “Where am I?” I croaked. “You’re in St. Aldric Memorial Hospital,” she replied softly, checking something on a chart. “You fainted couple of hours ago. You were

Sleep didn’t come easy. Not with a question that burned through my chest like wildfire. I was still wandering if the two Vanessas were the same person? I tossed and turned all night. The morning sun brought no comfort, only more confusion. I couldn’t keep pretending, just remaining at the house. I needed answers. After Elijah left for work, I sat alone at the edge of the bed, clutching the small black folder that held every medical record from my surgery. I had never really looked through them before, never felt the need to. Until now. Tucked between charts and consent forms was a card with the name of the specialist who had handled my transplant. Dr. Kilan Hanley. Of course I knew the name. He was my father's doctor. My fingers trembled as I dialed the number. I didn’t know what I was expecting, reassurance maybe, or a lie I could believe. But I needed to hear the truth from the only person who could give it. He answered, his voice was calm and professional. I tried to ke

I was already lying in bed, when Elijah came home, I was just staring at the wall in silence. The room was dim, quiet… but my thoughts were loud.Then I turned my back to the door, unsure if I wanted to face him or pretend to be asleep. The door creaked open, followed by slow, careful footsteps. He climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me from behind, pressing a warm kiss on my shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I know I got home late.” “I didn’t forget,” he added, reaching into his pocket. He placed a small velvet box beside me on the bed. I turned slowly and opened it. Inside was a thin, elegant diamond bracelet. It sparkled even in the low light. “It’s beautiful,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. He smiled and kissed the top of my head. “Happy anniversary, Nina.” I forced a small smile and let him pull me into his chest.Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe the nurse had it wrong. Maybe Vanessa was just a patient he knew... maybe even someone from his work. Not e

The morning sunlight streamed gently through the large windows, painting golden streaks across the floor. It was my wedding anniversary. I stood in the kitchen, quietly stirring a pot of warm porridge. Today, I decided, would be peaceful. I wanted no sadness, no pain or thoughts of my childlessness, just a celebration of the years I and Elijah had spent together. I had spent most of the night thinking, brushing aside the strange message I saw on his phone. Maybe... I thought , that it had nothing to do with us. I just wanted to believe that. Elijah came downstairs as I set two mugs of tea on the table. He was already dressed for work, dark grey suit, tie was all neat, leather watch wrapped tight around his wrist. He looked like he had somewhere important to be. But it wasn’t his clothes that caught my attention. It was his mood. He looked… this cheerful and lighter. Like something had gone right for him. There was a soft smile on his lips as he checked his phone again, eyes gl

Nina’s POV The house was quiet, the kind that reminded me how empty it could feel without laughter or little footsteps echoing through the hall. I sat on the edge of the bed, one hand lightly brushing the side of my face where the slap still left a sting. The other rested on my stomach just flat, quiet and still. A gentle knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Ma’am,” it was our maid, Lila, she stepped in carefully with a tray. “Your tonic.” I already knew what it was before she spoke. The scent alone curled my stomach. “It’s from Madam Grayson,” she added, placing the tray on the nightstand. “She said it’s to help... for conception.” I forced a smile. “Thank you, Lila.” The moment she left, I stared at the bowl. The thick liquid inside was dark and bitter and even smelling. I had drunk it many times before. And each time, it left my stomach churning for hours. But I drank it anyway, every last drop. I didn’t want to cause tension between Elijah and his mother.

Nina's POV The hall smelled like crayons and warm cookies. Laughter filled the hall as kids ran around, tugging on their colorful scarves. The scarves I had spent weeks knitting for them, one for each child at the Charity event . I smiled as I tied one around a pretty little girl’s neck. She hugged me tight and whispered, “Thank you.” Moments like this made me forget all the worries in my heart. At least for a while. But not everyone was here for the kids I guess... to help. Behind me, I heard a voice I recognized. Cold and sharp. “Elijah didn’t come again?” I turned. It was Mia Belmont, The billionaire Belmont's Wife. She's tall and dressed in a red coat that screamed money, with two other ladies clinging to her side. “He had a meeting,” I said calmly. She smiled, but I knew that smile wasn’t friendly. “Strange. A man like him should want to spend time with his wife. Then again, maybe he’s tired of waiting for a child that won’t come.” I froze. Another woman stepp