Three And A Half Years Novels & Stories

We didn’t just want to build a clinic; we wanted to create real change. As I glanced at Mrs. Narti’s dimly lit house next door, a question suddenly popped into my mind that had been swirling around without an answer. “Julien, Ratna said she’s seven years old, right?” I furrowed my brow, trying to formulate my words. “But Mrs. Narti looks… well, she’s probably over fifty. I’m just… curious. I mean, why at that age does she still have such a small child?”

He added, shaking us all to the core. What?!!! "A year and what?!!!" "But that's roughly fifteen months..."

His opinion of waiting three years must have shown on his face, because Howard went on with his reasoning process. “Look, it seems like a lifetime to you now, but believe me, when you get to my age, three years is nothing. Enjoy your time with Max, have a fantastic wedding, and get used to your married life. After that, your entire existence will be hectic enough, and you’re still our top gun.” “I see… Thanks for your advice, Howard. Obviously, I need to think about this.” Liam ran one hand through his hair. “Wow… You just took me by surprise here…”

I'm curious. "I'm thirty two."

And Xavier bringing up about it gave a quiet ache inside my heart I can't totally identify. ​ Three years. ​ Three years of pure longing and pain. No colors, no warmth but darkness. ​

**Chapter 31: Rising Tension** **One Year Later** The penthouse had transformed. What was once a sleek, minimalist space now echoed with the joyful chaos of three active one-year-olds. The triplets were no longer tiny bundles—they were walking (somewhat), babbling, and exploring every corner with relentless curiosity.

I needed to escape the memories, the pain, the total and utter betrayal. The bar's lights flickered, and the music was pounding. It was loud, but it kinda matched the ache in my chest. Zayn, the cheating, lying… ugh. Three years. Three years of promises, late-night talks, and building a future that just got blown up. After three years of stupid excuses and lipstick stains, I was finally, officially, DONE.

“I don't think I'm doing this.” “Why?” “Three years seems so far.”

Some times after three months interval, sometimes two months. I was surprised to see Kate. I have not seen her for three years. “It has been a long time, how are you doing?”