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What mother wouldn't want to meet her children, those she had carried in her womb for nine months, risking her life to bring into the world?

"Tell me what you want!"

Once again, Yogi gave in. This question had been asked countless times by him.

"Don't ask anymore. My wish will remain the same until I die: to live and die alone. That's the only way I can be happy."

"Alright. So, what do I do now?"

"Go! I want to stay here. I'm sure that after what happened earlier, no one will come to see me again. So go, Kak. Find your happiness. Aren't you getting married soon? And one message for you: take care of your wife, even if it's an arranged marriage. Learn to love her. Forget about Veronica. You deserve to be happy too." Yuna turned her wheelchair and went back inside the house.

In that simple house, Yuna lived with two household assistants and a personal driver, who happened to be the child of one of the household assistants.

Yogi had nothing more to say. He only followed Yuna's wishes so