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Intro. The complete story of an incomplete love It had been fifteen years since we were married. When I held her hand, she had nothing—no money, no support, no love from her family. He was very educated, but his stepmother subjected him to taunts, insults and torment every day. Despite having a home, he seemed homeless. I loved him… Not because he was rich, but because he was an honest and broken man. I myself was educated. I not only inspired him to study further, but also took up a part-time job to run the household. Struggled day and night. Gradually two little children came into our lives – our breaths, our hopes. Before marriage, he had a girlfriend, who left him just because he was poor. That day I realized that poverty does not break a person, it is the people who break it. One day, when he was returning home, life took the most cruel turn. He had a terrible accident. He lost the vision in both his eyes, and both his kidneys also failed. Doctors had given up hope… But I didn't. I gave him one of my kidneys. And yours

Arnav

@Priyanka Reval 2