"Dard ho raha hai?" He asked the girl sitting beside on the bench, maybe waiting for some transports.

Raavi looked beside her. The young man's voice had concern.
"Not again." She huffed under her breath, feeling a little tired.

She was waiting in a bustop, going for a sonographic scan.

"Kitne din me hai due date?" The man asked again, pointing to her pregnant belly.
"25 weeks running." She replied.

She was pregnant. With Shiva's child. Their lives were perfect.

"Ghar pe husband nahi hai?" The man enquired her.
"Haa hai." Raavi replied. She knew now where the conversation was heading.
"Kitna busy hai wo ki biwi ko leke doctor tak nhi jaa pata?" The man's voice had a pinch of disgust in it.

Raavi stood up as she saw the bus coming.
"Shiva chal." She held the man's hand.
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