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Singhania's sleek black car came to a halt outside the multi-speciality hospital. The building stood tall and sterile, its white walls devoid of any warmth, mirroring the emptiness that Maanya had begun to feel. It wasn't as bustling as she had imagined; in fact, it seemed eerily quiet. Ishaan stepped out first, his movements sharp and hurried as he strode towards the entrance. His demeanour was resolute, but Maanya caught the faint tremble in his fingers as they clenched into fists by his side.