Arunima was sitting in the hall while Aastik kept drinking bottle after bottle in his room. But those words he had whispered earlier—“Amaira is pregnant…”—kept echoing in her ears.
She couldn’t make sense of what he meant, and his behavior was growing worse. He’d tried to dominate her, so she shoved him away and ran out of the room. Still she couldn’t understand what he was talking about. “Who is this Amaira? What does her pregnancy have to do with Aastik and me?”
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