4 years, 2 months ago.
Amara had steeled her heart, trying to manage her father's business, but as the academics were boring, business was tiring, and her mind would not cooperate with her often time trying to make her visit the past, pull back as if something were missing, and that day in particular she couldn't sleep, the sound of rain hitting was annoying, she tossed and turned in her bed, arranged and rearrange her soft pillows, but sleep didn't come no matter how much she tried, and the doorbell rang. Amara groans and sits up.
Looking at the clock, it was 3 a.m., and she dragged herself to the door. And open the large wooden door. Blinking, not quite believing what she was looking at, drenched in rain, Aryan was holding Adity, barely managing it as she was half-unconsciously holding her belly and grunting in pain.
"I didn't know where else to go," Aryan said, barely able to breathe under the weight of Adity.
