Another few days slipped away. Shree was now six months pregnant. There was an unusual glow and grace on her face and in her eyes. Her cheeks had become fuller, and her entire body seemed to be filled with a different kind of softness and charm. It was as if motherhood had wrapped her in a delicate, magical charm.

With Rishiraj's endless care, she sometimes found herself looking at her own reflection and wondering if that woman was really her or not. She could hardly recognize herself in these last few months. Even her complexion seemed to glow differently these days.