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next morning, Rishabh and Diya stepped inside the hospital room and were shocked to see Zain and Myra's state as they were sleeping close to each other. Zain was leaning back on the couch while Myra's head was on his chest. His hand was wrapped around her shoulder. Myra's hand was on his waist. "Don't watch their private moments," Rishabh said, placing his palm on her eyes. She slapped his hand and whispered yelled at him, "Stupid, they are just sleeping." "Let's wake them up because it's mom and dad's time to wake up, what if they see them like this? It will be very awkward." Rishabh said, and she nodded. Rishabh was about to wake them up when Diya held his hand. "Just a minute, let me click their picture first," she said. "No no, Diii will kill us," Rishabh said, being scared. "S