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8. Motherhood

Niyati's Pov:

It was already afternoon, the light in the room soft and golden when I stirred awake. My son lay warm against me, his tiny breaths feathering my skin. I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and a small smile crept across my face. He looks like Ranvijay, I thought, tracing the faint curve of his cheek with thumb lightly.

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