After a year away, Rai returns to her hometown for a family event. As soon as she arrives, her relatives start asking her about starting a family. Each question cuts deep, stirring up her pain. What would she say? Would she ever become a mother? She doesn’t know. It’s hard for her to hide her feelings, but she has learned to keep her emotions in check, and she puts on a brave face.
Meanwhile, her in-laws begin to show their true colors, blaming her for everything she received as gifts. She had given her jewelry to her mother-in-law because she was traveling to a city where she had no safe place to keep it.
Slowly, Rai discovers that her husband and his family have lied about his job, his health, and their finances. Despite this, she continues to believe in him. She thinks about her past and wonders if she would have left her lover during tough times. Her inner voice says, “No,” so she chooses to keep going, supporting her husband just as she once did for her lover when he struggled in his career.
Then, her lover gets engaged. Rai congratulates him but decides to cut off all contact. She can’t bear to hear about another woman in his life. It hurts even more when he shares pictures of their courtship, doing everything he once promised her but now with someone else. She feels a wave of sadness wash over her. Why does fate deal her such a cruel hand?
Rai questions her past karma. Why does she end up with two men who aren’t good enough for her? Despite everything, she accepts her situation for the sake of her family’s reputation.
As her family continues to ask about starting a family, she reluctantly explains her husband’s condition to her mother. She decides to seek medical help. After examining her husband, the doctors recommend surgery, which they go through with, but it yields no positive results. Her life becomes a whirlwind of work, home, and endless doctor visits. Meanwhile, her lover gets married and has a child, naming the baby in a way that reminds her of their past. It feels like a fresh wound, and she wonders how much more pain she can endure.
Eventually, her husband finds a better job, and she breathes a sigh of relief. But then her work situation changes, and she quickly finds a new job. Life improves slightly; she has a bit more money, yet her personal life remains unchanged. She longs for a child.
The doctors suggest IVF, and Rai faces painful procedures. Each time she enters the operating room, her heart aches. She has to take countless injections to produce extra eggs, and she injects herself daily. With every needle, she silently cries, hoping for a miracle. She pays for the treatment herself, praying that something will finally work in her favor.
After five years of marriage, the IVF dates are set. She calls her parents for support since she works full-time. They come to help, and she gains weight from the treatment. She feels grateful that her husband agreed to this path. At one point, she considered adoption but feared she would feel guilty if she made any mistakes. She wanted to experience pregnancy and the joy of feeling a child kick. With hope in her heart, she commits to the IVF process, despite the toll it takes on her health.
When the doctor shows her two sets of embryos, she feels a wave of relief. But when they suggest delaying the implantation for a month, tears threaten to spill. Another delay? She trusts her doctors and returns when they say. The embryos are finally implanted, and she waits anxiously. After 15 days, the doctors tell her she’s pregnant with one child.
At last, relief washes over her, but anxiety lingers. How should she take care of herself now? Her inner voice reassures her that everything is normal. She decides to listen to that voice and does everything a normal pregnant woman would do, except for the extra injections she must take for three months. These are painful, and she needs help from a nurse.
A week later, she returns to work, visiting the hospital for her painful injections before heading to the office. However, the doctors inform her that she has gestational diabetes due to the steroids from the IVF. Now, she must take insulin three times a day, along with four painful injections. She follows a strict diet while working full-time, keeping her condition a secret.
The real trouble begins when her husband insists he wants a boy. He even threatens to commit suicide if it’s a girl. Rai is shocked. She always dreamed of having a girl. Why does gender matter when they’ve struggled so much to conceive? Isn’t it a blessing to finally be having a child? She prays that it will be a boy, but her respect for her husband begins to fade.
Every doctor visit brings more blame from him. He criticizes her for not gaining enough weight or for the baby’s size. How can he blame her for things beyond her control when having a child is the very reason she married him? She tries to reassure him, reminding him to trust God, but inside, she feels hurt. She’s the one carrying the baby; she needs care and understanding, not criticism.
At six months pregnant, her husband leaves for work and forgets his luggage at the airport. He expects her to go find it. Is he out of his mind? The next month, he asks her to pick up his car from service when he was going to native. Who does that to a pregnant wife? When she expresses her frustration, the third time he was going out of station, he storms out and doesn’t return until the next morning. Rai, unable to sleep, is left alone with her worries.
The following morning, he returns to the house in anger and throws something heavy that hits her hand. She does not cry this time. Just goes back and sleeps taking that as a god's way to punish her. She cries withing without sheding a drop of tear.
Her hand has a big brown patch. What would have happened if it would have hurt her stomach. How can he be so rude to her at this stage. Why does she have such a bad fate?Still she forgets it thinking he is anyway father of my child. What can I do now? She works and doe not think about it. But, cn she forget how she was treated in her pregnancy? Never.
Finally, her child arrives and it's a boy.
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