Kanika sat in her room, the soft golden glow of the bedside lamp illuminating her peaceful expression. Her hands gently caressed her rounded baby bump, her voice soft and melodic as she spoke to the little life growing within her.

"Do you know, baby," she said with a smile, "your papa has such strange habits? Sometimes he talks to you more than he talks to me, as if I’m not even here." She giggled, her fingers tracing light circles over her belly. "And his temper? Just pretend you’re scared, and he’ll melt instantly. But you must learn everything from him, okay?"