Chapter 72
✨Firsts and Fragile Moments✨ Flora Pov Flora stirred slowly under the sheets, the morning sunlight slanting across the bedroom in pale, warm lines. Her stomach churned again, a constant reminder of the tiny life growing inside her, but today something felt different. Today, despite the nausea, despite the queasiness and weakness, she felt seen. She heard the soft scrape of the bedroom door opening, and then the careful, measured steps that always preceded Nasir. Her heart picked up, not with fear, not with anxiety, but with the familiar pull she hadn’t expected to feel so urgently. He appeared at the doorway, carrying a tray. Steam rose from a cup of tea and a small plate with toast, lightly buttered, fruit sliced delicately on the side. “Breakfast,” he said softly, his eyes scanning
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