"Opposites attract, and I think temperament is so fundamental that you end up craving someone of the opposite temperament to complete you."

Abhimanyu's Perspective

She retched some more, leaning in the pot. I held back her hair and rubbed her back, "It's all okay, baby. You're fine. You're fine."

She didn't look fine. She wiped her mouth and glared, turning to me, "Do I look fine to you? I've barely opened my eyes and all I am doing since then is puking." She yelled, before puking again.

"It will be over. It is almost done." I went on, not able to comprehend what else to say. Every morning, her retching...