The sun dipped low, casting a golden hue over the luxurious resort, its infinity pool blending seamlessly with the horizon. Seema, her belly now a gentle curve beneath her silk robe, stood on the balcony, the warm breeze playing with her hair. Vikrant, ever the attentive partner, had arranged this weekend getaway with meticulous care—a private villa, rose petals scattered across the floor, and a chilled bottle of non-alcoholic champagne waiting on ice. He wanted to remind her of the romance they’d once shared, to reignite the spark that had dimmed under the weight of his control and her growing fears.

“Seema,” Vikrant called softly, stepping behind her. His hands rested on her shoulders, his touch gentle, almost reverent. “I want this weekend to be perfect for you. Just us, no distractions.”