“Shall I send for the midwife?”
“No! I told you. This is a modern birth. Bapu Medhavi will send for the doctor.” Where’s Bipin? It seems ages since Pravir left.
Rama broke out in a sweat. “Help me up. I want to walk.”
Rama leaned heavily on Raga’s arm.
“Rama, Rama,” Bipin shouted from the drive. “I’m here.”
Bipin burst through the door. “I’ll take her arm,” he said to Raga.
“No,” Rama said. “Change first. Your suit’s dirty.”
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