The nausea hit Komal for the third morning in a row as she stood in the kitchen preparing Dhruv's breakfast, making her grip the edge of the counter tightly and breathe slowly through her nose while willing the wave of sickness to pass before he noticed something was wrong with her.

She had been feeling strange for weeks now, her body different in ways she couldn't quite explain to herself, her breasts tender and swollen whenever she touched them, her sense of smell suddenly so acute that the coffee she was brewing made her stomach turn even though she had always loved that rich aroma before this started happening.