The ride to the private clinic of the city was silent, the air inside the car thick with a heavy, mutual exhaustion. Geetanjali stared out the window, her hand resting flat against her abdomen. It wasn't a surprise, but seeing the official reports in black and white made the reality a physical weight in her chest.
Meera sat beside her, her eyes scanning the rearview mirror out of habit, her former intelligence training never quite turning off. When the female gynecologist finally stepped back into the room, holding the test results, she gave a brief, professional nod.
"It is confirmed, Mrs. Dassani. You are nearly six weeks along. The development is normal, but given your recent stress and exhaustion, absolute rest is mandatory."
Meera let out a sharp, ragged breath, a sudden, genuine l
