Two months had passed since the meeting with Meenu and Devika, and Bhavani's pregnancy was now visible to anyone who cared to look. The gentle curve of her belly seemed to bring out a protective tenderness in Krishnan that surprised them both—he would catch himself watching her as she moved about their small house, would insist on carrying anything heavier than a tea cup, would place his hand on her stomach in the evenings as if greeting their unborn child.
But beneath the surface of their careful reconstruction, something was beginning to fracture.



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