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The dull glow of the bedside lamp flickered as Ananya tugged the shawl tighter around her midsection, her eyes studying her reflection in the mirror for the fifth time that morning. No matter how many layers she wore, the change in her body was becoming unmistakable now — the slight arch of her belly had started rounding more prominently, pressing against the fabric like a truth she could no longer hide.
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