The storm arrived with the violence that only Kerala monsoons could summon—sheets of rain hammering the tin roof, wind tearing through coconut palms, thunder rolling across the sky like the anger of ancient gods. And inside her small house, alone in the darkness, Bhavani felt her water break.
The contractions had been building for hours, but she'd convinced herself they were false labor, Braxton Hicks contractions that would pass. She'd experienced them before over the past few weeks. But when the warm fluid soaked through her nightdress and the pain intensified to a level that stole her breath, she knew with absolute certainty that the baby was coming tonight.



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