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The Secret Behind the Baby Diapers
When Arjun, my husband, announced he was leaving for a week-long business trip to England, his words seemed almost rehearsed. He urged me to rest, to avoid traveling, to stay home instead of visiting his parents in the countryside.
Something in his tone unsettled me. Perhaps it was the way he avoided my eyes, or the stiffness in his smile. My instincts whispered that something was wrong. And instincts, I’ve learned, rarely lie.
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