The secret had grown too large to contain, like a monsoon cloud ready to burst over the haveli. Poonam felt it in every breath, every step—her lower belly now a visible swell under even the loosest saris, her breasts straining against blouses that no longer fit properly. The morning sickness had eased into occasional waves, but the changes were undeniable. Whispers from the maid had started: sidelong glances when Poonam bent to pick up a toy, murmurs about "eating too much ghee." The boys asked innocent questions: "Mummy, why is your tummy big?" She laughed them off with stories of extra sweets, but inside, the truth pulsed like a second heartbeat.