The second trimester had awakened something in Priya.
She had read about it in the pregnancy books Reyansh had ordered from three continents, the surge of hormones that could make a woman feel more alive, more sensitive, more ravenous for touch. She had expected it intellectually. She had not expected to be consumed by it. But here she was, four months along, her belly a soft curve beneath her silk kurtas, her body humming with a need so constant it had become a second pulse.
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