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Drishti couldn't get much sleep last night. She had twisted and turned the whole night, worrying over her talk with Vedant Khoda.

"Are you sure you are okay?" Shravan asked for the hundredth time, looking at the worry lines on Drishti's face.

"Yes, Shravan. I am fine," Drishti said.

"Drishti, ever since we got married, I have never seen you having a fretful sleep. You always sleep with abandon. Nothing wakes you up. And you barely had an hour of sleep last night. So, if you are telling me that you are fine, I refuse to believe that," Shravan said.

Drishti sighed.

"There is something that worries me. I don't know how to tell you," Drishti said.

"Are you pregnant?" Shravan asked in panic.

"What? Of course not, I am not. We always use protection," Drishti said with a scowl.

"Well, nothing is one hundred percent safe, right? Anyway, that one is ruled out. So, what is it that worries you?" Shravan asked.

Drishti hesitated.

"Okay. Take your time. Tell me when you are ready. Know this, whate