A D V I K Waking up this morning feels like dragging myself through quicksand. Just yesterday, everything felt light, easy—like the universe had finally decided to be kind. But in the last thirty-six hours, I've lived through the highest peak of joy and the lowest pit of heartbreak.
When the period tracker on my phone notified me that her period was late some time ago, I brushed it off, blaming it on her PCOS. It wasn't the first time, and I figured it was just another delayed cycle. But then yesterday, when Falak herself mentioned it—when I saw that flicker of something in her eyes—it hit me, that unspoken possibility hanging between us.
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