Vrishabha’s POV
I may be driving, but my eyes keep drifting toward her every single movement of hers pulls me in. She shifts in her seat again, restless, uncomfortable, as if the car itself is too much for her. Then her hand goes to her stomach, and instinctively it brushes against mine.
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