The second crack came a week later. She mentioned wanting to freeze her eggs—not because she was sure about kids, but because she wanted the option. His face went blank. “That’s unnatural,” he said. “If we can’t conceive naturally, that’s a sign.”
Maybe the stars are wrong , she thought. Maybe Prokerala is just a website.
“A sign of what?”
“You’re being stubborn.”
Ananya smiled. The stars hadn’t lied. They had simply shown her what she needed to see—not a perfect match, but the courage to trust the pattern.
Ananya adjusted the time to 8:30 PM. She recalculated.
“The 21st century has traffic jams and bad coffee,” her mother shot back. “The stars have been working since the beginning of time. Just check the Prokerala match. If it says yes, you meet him. If it says no, I will never mention another boy again.”
Ananya frowned. Liar , she thought.