Months had passed since Jhanvi lost consciousness, but her recovery had plateaued, leaving her trapped in a persistent coma. Despite the initial flicker of hope that had ignited when she woke briefly, the doctors' grim assessments grew more definitive with each passing week. They spoke in quiet tones to Jai and Sanjana, gently preparing them for the heartbreaking reality that Jhanvi might never awaken again.

In the midst of this somber atmosphere, life outside Jhanvi's hospital room continued to unfold. Sanjana had news that both filled her with joy and deepened the ache in her heart. She and Jai were expecting their first child—a miracle that brought a glimmer of light in the darkness of uncertainty.

One evening, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the hospital grounds, Sanjana sat by Jhanvi's bedside. Her hand rested gently on her swollen belly, feeling the gentle kicks and movements of the life growing within her.

"Jhanvi," Sanjana began softly, her voice quivering with a mixture of hope and sadness. "I wish you could see this. We're going to have a baby. Your nephew or niece..."

She trailed off, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about how much she wished Jhanvi could share in their joy, how she longed for her friend to wake up and be a part of their lives once more.

Beside her, Jai watched with a heavy heart. He reached out and took Sanjana's hand in his, offering silent comfort and support. "She would have been so happy for us," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "She always wanted the best for both of us."

Sanjana nodded, her throat tight with unspoken words and unshed tears. "I know," she whispered, her gaze drifting to Jhanvi's still form. "I just... I miss her so much. It's hard to imagine this journey without her."

The room fell silent, save for the soft beeping of monitors and the gentle hum of medical equipment. Outside, the world carried on, oblivious to the quiet anguish that filled the hospital room. Inside, Jai and Sanjana grappled with the weight of their grief and the tentative hope that flickered within them.

"We have to stay strong," Jai said quietly, his voice tinged with determination. "For Jhanvi, and for our baby. She wouldn't want us to lose hope."

Sanjana nodded, her fingers tightening around Jai's. "I know," she replied softly. "I just... I wish there was more we could do for her."

Sanjana sat beside Jhanvi's bed, her hand gently resting on the mound of her growing belly. The rhythmic beep of the ventilator punctuated the quiet room, a stark reminder of Jhanvi's fragile state. Jai stood opposite Sanjana, his eyes fixed on his sister's peaceful face, willing her to hear their words.

"Jhanvi," Sanjana began softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "I wish you could see us now. We're going to have a baby. Can you hear me?"

She leaned closer to Jhanvi, as if proximity might somehow bridge the gap between them. Jai reached out and took Jhanvi's limp hand in his own, gently squeezing it as if to reassure her of their presence.

"We're so excited," Jai continued, his voice thick with unshed tears. "I wish you could be here with us, to share in this joy."

Silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the soft hum of machinery and the gentle whispers of hope. Sanjana brushed a strand of hair from Jhanvi's forehead, her heart aching with the weight of uncertainty.

"You've always been like a sister to me, Jhanvi," Sanjana murmured, her voice quivering. "I miss your laughter, your strength... Please, wake up. We need you."

They waited in the quiet of the hospital room, their words lingering in the space between them. Outside, the world continued to spin, oblivious to the tender moment unfolding within those walls. Inside, Jai and Sanjana clung to each other, drawing strength from their shared love for Jhanvi and the life they were bringing into the world.

Hours slipped by unnoticed, but their vigil remained steadfast. They spoke of memories—of childhood adventures, of shared dreams and aspirations. They reminisced about Jhanvi's fierce determination and unwavering support, weaving a tapestry of love and longing around her still form.

As the night deepened, exhaustion tugged at their hearts and minds. Reluctantly, they kissed Jhanvi's forehead and whispered their goodnights, knowing that another day would bring with it the same silent plea for her return to them.

Days turned into weeks, and still Jhanvi remained suspended between life and an uncertain future. The ventilator continued its steady rhythm, a lifeline that sustained her fragile existence. Doctors and nurses moved in and out of her room, their expressions a mixture of compassion and resignation.

Yet amidst the bleakness, Jai and Sanjana refused to surrender to despair. They continued to visit Jhanvi every day, speaking to her as if she could hear and understand. They shared updates about the baby—its kicks and flutters, its growing presence in their lives. They played music and read aloud, hoping that familiar sounds might stir something within Jhanvi's unconscious mind.

And through it all, they held onto the fragile thread of hope that one day, somehow, Jhanvi would wake up. They clung to the belief that love, steadfast and unwavering, could work miracles beyond the confines of medical science.

In the quiet moments of their vigil, Jai and Sanjana found solace in each other's presence. They leaned on one another, drawing strength from their shared determination to see Jhanvi through this ordeal, no matter how uncertain the path ahead might be.

And as they sat together by Jhanvi's bedside, their hands intertwined over her still form, they whispered their hopes and dreams into the silence—a silent prayer for a future where Jhanvi would once again be a part of their lives, whole and vibrant, surrounded by the love that had never faltered in the face of adversity.

As the evening deepened into night, they remained by Jhanvi's side, their silent vigil a testament to their enduring love and unwavering support. In the stillness of the hospital room, surrounded by the echoes of their whispered conversations and unspoken prayers, they held onto each other tightly, finding solace in the fragile moments of connection amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead.

And through it all, Jhanvi lay in peaceful repose, her presence a silent anchor in their lives—a reminder of the bonds that tied them together, even in the face of life's most profound challenges.