It had been four months since the news of Kanika’s pregnancy had spread, but this pregnancy was nothing like before. She was dealing with constant morning sickness, poor metabolism, and unbearable nausea. Every morning had become a struggle, and today was no different.

At five in the morning, the bathroom echoed with the sounds of Kanika retching. Ansh knelt beside her, holding her hair back, his eyes filled with concern as she emptied her stomach yet again. This had become their daily routine—either vomiting or extreme nausea that left her drained.