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9. Sleepless Night

The world flooding in: the bright hospital light, hurried footsteps, the sight of little fingers curled—and then another shape came into focus. Ranvijay stood at the side of the crib, broad shoulders bent as he tried to soothe their son. His voice, low and unsteady, cooed soft words she could barely hear, but the baby only cried louder, fists trembling in the air.

A long breath escaped her chest, part relief, part disbelief. Her son was here. Safe.

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