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... specific, enclosed warmth of a high-end vehicle moving through Mumbai night traffic. The leather.
The ambient sound system doing something soft at a low volume that the driver had apparently defaulted to. The lights of the city coming through the windows in the specific, moving-light way of a car on a wet road.
Meera was sitting.
Her hand on her belly. Her other hand, reaching toward him — she had reached toward him twice since the car started moving and had pulled back ...
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