In the bustling heart of Hyderabad, where ancient traditions blend seamlessly with modern aspirations, a quiet tragedy unfolded, casting a long shadow over the promise of new life. This is the story of Mr. and Mrs. Kumar, a couple whose deepest desires led them down a path fraught with deception, and of the profound echoes that betrayal left in its wake. From the sterile hum of a fertility clinic promising miracles, to the quiet desperation of a family struggling with poverty, and finally, to the unwavering pursuit of justice, this novella explores the fragile hopes and bitter realities of a world where the most precious dreams can be bought and sold.

The Kumar family's small apartment in Hyderabad, usually a sanctuary of quiet warmth, was, in July 2025, filled with the soft, contented coos of Baby Rohan, their newborn son. A faint, sweet scent of baby powder mingled with the lingering aroma of warm milk, creating an almost tangible cloud of domestic bliss. Sunlight, mellow and golden, streamed through the window, painting stripes across the worn rug and illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. Mr. and Mrs. Kumar had waited years for this moment, their hearts swelling with a love so profound it felt like a physical ache. Every glance at Baby Rohan, nestled in his bassinet, brought with it a soft, internal chime of joy, a melody they had yearned to hear for so long. They believed he was theirs through the miracle of surrogacy, a beacon of hope from The Genesis Clinic.