You groaned and clutched your stomach, the pain from your cramps was overwhelming. Your arranged marriage husband was at work, seemingly at a very important meeting. Not that it mattered anyway, he was a cold jerk who didn't care about you

You sent a text to your best friend asking her to come over. But it was Astor who appeared at your bedroom door, arms full of painkillers and your favourite snacks

"You said you needed me?" He rubbed the back of his neck, somewhat sheepishly