Aadya’s Pov

Sliding into a comfortable kurti and pants after taking a warm bath, I brushed my hair and made a loose braid. I cannot stand open hair sometimes and my pregnancy hormones make it so much worse when even a single strand of hair comes on my face while talking and however hard I push it back behind my ears, it just sticks around. Like what the hell is wrong with you? Can you not silently stay behind my ears and not trouble me? Don’t you think irritating the hell out of a pregnant lady is a sin? 

Sighing, I kept the comb back on the dresser and made my way out of the room because clearly, it’s no time to argue with my hair. Sometimes I really wish to pull all my hair out of my head and get bald.