Winter examinations arrived with the cold winds of Cambridge.
The libraries became quieter.
The coffee became stronger.
The lights in dormitory windows stayed on far later than usual.
Stress seemed to float in the air itself.
For Alankrita, the pressure was heavier than most students carried.
She was six months pregnant now.
Her stomach had begun to show clearly beneath her winter sweaters and long dresses.
Baby Pumpkin had become an active little companion.
Usually energetic.
Usually playful.
Usually kicking enthusiastically whenever she ate sweets or listened to music.
But this week was different.
There was pain.
Not unbearable.
Not dangerous.
But persistent.
A dull ache that stayed with her throughout revision sessions and late-night notes.
Dr. Ellis had advised rest.
Exams, unfortunately, rarely listened to medical advice.