Mahima and Kalyani sat in the luxurious living room of their mansion, their eyes glued to the television screen. The news anchor was reporting on the Korean government's decision to send a team of doctors to Ukraine.
"Mahima, Kalyani, Onju, Soyeon, Saima, Debttama, and Sarang," the newscaster announced, reading from a list.
Mahima and Kalyani jumped up from the couch, their faces beaming with excitement. "We're going to Ukraine!" Mahima exclaimed, her voice filled with joy.
Kalyani rubbed her pregnant belly. "We're going to see Papa. I should go pack."
Mahima laughed loudly. "I can't wait to go to Ukraine."
As Mahima and Kalyani prepared for their journey, their hearts filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. They were finally going to be reunited with their husbands, but they also knew that the situation in Ukraine was dangerous.
Despite the risks, they were determined to go. They were doctors, and they felt a deep sense of duty to help those in need. And they were wives, and they longed to be reunited with their husbands.
As they packed their bags, Mahima and Kalyani couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. They were going to Ukraine, and they were going to make a difference.
Hoseok lay in his bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, his heart heavy with the weight of the women who were still trapped by the Arabic men. He knew that he and his team were going to solve this, but the thought of the women suffering filled him with a sense of dread.
Just then, he heard a knock on the door. "Come in," he called out.
Namjoon entered the room, his face a mask of concern. "President Yoon Suk Yeol is sending a team of doctors from Incheon hospital," he said. "And your wives are among them."
Hoseok sighed softly. "Goodness, couldn't they get another team?"
Namjoon sat up straight. "Aren't you happy? I mean, your wife is coming over."
Hoseok hesitated. "I don't know how to feel. I'm just not in the mood for her now."
Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you've fallen out of love with her."
Hoseok leaned back against his pillows. "Maybe. I still can't tell how I feel about her anymore."
A long silence fell between them. Hoseok was lost in his thoughts, his mind racing with a thousand different questions. Namjoon watched him, his heart aching for his friend. He knew that Hoseok was going through a lot, and he was trying his best to cope.
Finally, Hoseok spoke. "I just want this war to end," he said, his voice filled with weariness. "I want everyone to be safe."
Namjoon nodded. "We all do, Hoseok. We all do."