Lahat ng Kabanata ng It was meant to be him: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Erica walked into the Lifeline Hospital, her heart pounding with an urgency she couldn't explain. A sense of foreboding that clung to her like a second skin. Erica pushed through the sliding glass doors of Lifeline Hospital. a storm of emotions swirling within her. She had to know the truth about Samira ,She clutched the report tightly in her hands, She needed answers. Finding her way to the reception desk, she asked for the doctor mentioned on the report . The receptionist directed her to the cabin , and soon enough, she stood before a woman in a white coat who looked up from her desk with a professional smile. "How can I help you?" the doctor asked, her voice soft but polite. Erica wasted no time. "This report is your patient," she said, placing it on the doctor's desk with trembling hands. The doctor took the report without a second glance, scanning it quickly before meeting Erica's gaze. "Yes! Samira Ahuja is my patient," she replied, her tone indifferent, as though it was an

One day has passed Erica sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the divorce papers that lay on the floor beside her. . Her fingers were lightly pressed against her more than a month pregnant belly , as if trying to shield the child from the chaos that surrounded her. Tears streaked her face, her body trembling with sorrow and confusion. Her mind reeled as she thought about Kabir. The accusations, the heartache. But there was a gnawing feeling in her gut, a question that wouldn't leave her alone: The miscarriage, the money paid... Samaira , Everything was moving in her mind But for now, she could barely keep her thoughts straight as the silence in the room was broken by Diva's voice from the hallway."Di, someone is asking for you downstairs."Erica wiped her eyes quickly, trying to gather herself. She didn't want anyone to see her like this-vulnerable, broken. But there was no time to compose herself. She stood slowly, her legs unsteady, and made her way down the staircase.

Erica burst out of the building, her breath ragged and her heart pounding. she scanned around for a moment there was no sign of Kabir. There was nothing. He was gone. Panick surge into her.She turned to the driver, "Take me to the mansion," she said, her words clipped with urgency. As the car pulled away from the curb, her mind was a blur. Anay’s harsh words echoed in her ears, but it was Kabir's face—twisted with hurt—that haunted her the most. *How could I have been so blind?* The realization hit her like a wave, and a knot of guilt twisted in her stomach. How would she ever apologize to him for everything she’d said? All the accusations, the mistrust, the anger. How would she even begin?The mansion came into view, but even as she rushed inside, hoping to find him there, the servants' words crushed her: *He hasn’t come back, ma’am.* Her heart sank. *Where was he?*Smriti’s loud sobs filled the air as she rushed past, frantic and wild. Erica barely registered her presence. Smr

The aroma of spices filled the kitchen, wrapping around Erica like a warm embrace as she hurriedly stirred a pot on the gas. She was making sure everything is perfect in the kitchen... since the time Kabir came from hospital so much have happened...she doubts if he had a proper meal even once....so she is making everything of his Choice by herself.... She wanted everything to be perfect for him.She meticulously prepared his favorite dishes, pouring every ounce of love and care into each one. The thought of him sitting down to eat, perhaps softening at the sight of the spread she had created, filled her with hope. Maybe, just maybe, this gesture would melt the icy walls a little bit between them and may be she get a chance to talk.After hours of cooking, the dining table was adorned with a feast-colorful curries, fragrant rice, and a decadent dessert she knew he loved. She stepped back to admire her hardwork , her heart swelling with anticipation as she waited for him to arrive.Minu

The next night--------------------------Erica pushed open the door to her room, expecting the usual stillness of the space, but instead, she was met with the sound of rustling clothes and Kabir was standing there, his back to her and with precise movements of his hands he was combing his hair catched her attention. He was dressed in a sleek black shirt and jeans that fit him just right. every detail of his attair was perfect. She leaned against the doorframe, watching him in silence for a moment before stepping closer. "Are you going somewhere?" Erica’s voice was laced with curiosity, but Kabir didn’t even acknowledge her presence at first. His eyes remained focused on his reflection as he adjusted his shirt, then bent down to slide on his shoes, all the while whistling a carefree tune.Erica raised an eyebrow, the question lingering in the air. “Kabir, I’m askingyou… where are you going, dressing up like this?”Kabir didn’t answer Instead, he stood up, still whistling, as if he