Continuous knocking on the door woke me up. I was alone in bed and obviously, I didn't like it.
"Didi, get up" I heard Prarthi's voice coming from outside.
(Didi = big sister )
I looked at the room and realized it was our room. He brought me here? But why? Then I realized, Of course, it's because of prarthi. She had come here before our divorce so she would know which one was our room and me living in another room would make her ask questions.
"I will be out in a minute," I yelled and went to the bathroom.
While taking a shower I half remembered what happened yesterday. I told him about my pregnancy and he doesn't hate me. I came out and my things were already in the room. I guess last night he brought it here or maybe today. I went to have breakfast and three of them were already th
