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... ce. Machines beeped in the background—slow, steady, almost as if counting down to something inevitable.
Shaurya lay on the bed, pale and thin, his once energetic body now reduced to skin and bones. Stage four cancer. The doctor had just broken the news.
"There’s not much time left," the voice echoed in the room, low and cautious.
Shaurya didn’t react with tears or fear. He simply stared at the ceiling, blinking slowly. Then, after a long moment of silence, he nodded.
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