The eleventh and final day arrived. The morning in the hill cottage was bright and peaceful, but inside Meera’s body a new storm was growing. She woke up feeling sick in the morning. Her big boobs were noticeably heavier and tender. When she touched her belly, it felt warmer and slightly fuller. Her periods had now been missed for more than two weeks. The signs were clear — she was pregnant with her own son’s child.

Raj woke up and saw Meera sitting on the bed, one hand on her belly and the other gently rubbing her sensitive boobs. He smiled with dark pride.