Shravani's POV.

I looked at the reports on the table while the doctor's words fell on deaf ears; I didn't understand what she was saying. I was too occupied by my thoughts, my fingers started to shake, and her words snapped me out of my chain of thoughts.

"Mrs. Rathore, are you even listening?"

"This could be wrong; how about we do the tests again?" I asked with hope, desperately wanting the test to come out negative.

"These tests are authentic, Mrs. Rathore; you are pregnant." The doctor said matter-of-factly, and sweat beads started forming on my forehead.

How is it even possible when I am on birth control?

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