The scent of cardamom and strong Banarasi chai always fills the air in our little apartment above the "Riverside Brew," a constant, comforting reminder of how far I’ve come. My fingers, stained faintly with ink from this morning’s journaling session, rest on the soft swell of my belly. It’s still so tiny, barely noticeable to anyone but Rohit and me, but it’s a universe.
Our universe.
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